she needs to become who she needs to be for herself before she can ever be anything for you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she needs to become who she needs to be for herself before she can ever be anything for you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you said,
tell me where you’ve been, love
and i thought of all the lost roads,
and dark corners,
and heavy work, and heartbreak,
and of all the healing
and i just said…
on my way here
– butterflies rising
Read More →her,
because she
makes life poetry,
she turns every bit
of it into art
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s not here just to be
a supporting character in your story…
she has her own entire story
to live too.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you’re out there
and i’m here wishing i could
reach for you as easy
as a star could cross a sky…
just fall across your chest
and feel it all again.
your way of settling my madness with
that soft… slow… “baby” late at night,
and how you feel like everything beautiful
i can’t make sense of.
it’s a dangerously pretty edge
when you’re here,
but there’s a wild ache when you’re not,
and my axis pulls and pulls to
wherever you are.
i still feel you, and i miss you
and i miss you…
you are the sweetest feeling i know.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you’re somewhere
in this world,
and i’m somewhere
else in this world,
and there’s this
feeling in my soul,
and i hope it gets to you
– butterflies rising
Read More →go with me
everywhere in the world,
bare skin in sunshine,
lost under moonshine,
let’s go
– butterflies rising
Read More →people say they want love,
but they go into relationships asking…
what can you do for me?
what can i get out of you?
who can you be for me?
that’s need. and i just think love is
something different. i think it asks different
questions. i think it looks for different things.
like…
what is this feeling with you?
what can unfold between us?
i want to know who you are.
– butterflies rising
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