…the way a southern girl says her vowels, like the words are dipped in honey butter.
– butterflies rising
Read More →…the way a southern girl says her vowels, like the words are dipped in honey butter.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s got
her daddy’s eyes
and her mama’s pretty lips,
and she’ll stay on your mind
with a sugar-sweet kiss,
that southern girl with her wild soul
will leave an imprint on your heart
and make under those southern sunsets
feel like somewhere you belong
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s got
her daddy’s blue eyes
and her mama’s pretty lips,
and she’ll stay on your mind
with a sugar-sweet kiss,
that southern girl with her wild soul
will leave an imprint on your heart
and make somewhere in tennessee
feel something like home
– butterflies rising
Read More →Ways To Break This Southern Girl’s Heart
after Diane Lato’s “Easy Ways To Break My Heart”
– give her unsweetened tea. there are no two more terrible words to a southern girl when put together
– tell her you’re an alabama fan. you’ve gotta know that she’s gonna bleed volunteer orange ‘til the end no matter
– tell her you don’t like the mountains. her heart has east tennessee sunrises imprinted on it… and she wants to show you every sunlit, treelined, starkissed view
– turn down the volume when ‘country girl’ by ray lamontagne comes on. papa used to play it for her on the porch, and she’s gotta hear every bit of it, every time
– you wanna really crush her heart? then ask to meet her daddy. because he isn’t in her heart anymore. he was the first one who broke it, and in too many ways, long ago
– and if you wanna just completely shatter her into pieces… then try to give her an ordinary love. because she needs love like wildfire. like forever-fire. until every last southern sun sets. till the stars burn out. and to know her heart is finally safe… with you
…she needs to know that breaking her heart is the very last thing you would ever want to do.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Directions…
a southern girl with a restless soul,
she took a journey west to help her grow,
and then she chased the eastern sun
to give her faith,
and she let the northern lights
guide her way
…home.
– butterflies rising
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