she’s beautiful chaos and wild butterflies.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s a
wildflower on fire
with all that
sweet soul sugar
making your heart. beat.
and your skin cells rise,
she’s wild butterflies,
and the way she looks at you
under a wild moon
making your pulse move,
her beautiful chaos
asking you to dig deep
into that passion in your bones
and bleed out all those beautiful things
that your own wildfires hold.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think you’re made
of flowers; how you bloom
when there’s light on your skin.
you feel all that fire in your soul,
and it’s. so. beautiful.
but keep letting the sweetness in.
let yourself feel the glow.
be gentle with your raging heart
and softer with your chaos.
you are a wild thing,
but you are such a tender thing…
so maybe let even a little more of
that gentle in with how you grow.
dig out from the dark what you need to
and burn down what you have to
but then let yourself light up.
let in a little more sweetness
and a little more glow…
and let yourself feel all the ways
you’re made of flowers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what if the raging inside of you is something beautiful…
your curiosity stretching and your soul stirring
– butterflies rising
Read More →what if this chaos in us is beautiful…
and we don’t have to sort it out.
– butterflies rising
Read More →let yourself just
feel for a moment.
head quiet.
heart,
however… wherever… all over.
then maybe you could see what i see…
how this chaos in us is beautiful.
and how we don’t have to sort it out.
if you want, we could tell each other everything,
but we could also say nothing,
and let this be enough. because just this,
it’s everything.
and just you…
it’s more than enough.
– butterflies rising
Read More →there’s always been an ache in your
back that has felt something like wings…
something inside of you has always
been trying to carry you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →that wild in your heart,
those flowers in your chest,
and the fire in your blood
– butterflies rising
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