give me
the tender and the fire.
i want the angst and ache
and wild mess.
all of it broken open,
nothing less.
because there’s just nothing else
that can disarm me like that.
it completely takes me apart…
a man’s passion and
raw vulnerability,
the stretching of his heart walls
and all those flowers growing
from his chest.
– butterflies rising
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give me
your tender and your fire…
all of it broken open, nothing less.
the stretching of your heart walls and all those
flowers growing from your chest.
– butterflies rising
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give me your tender and your fire. your angst
and ache and wild mess. all of it broken open,
nothing less. i want passion and raw vulnerability…
the stretching of your heart walls and all those
flowers growing from your chest.
– butterflies rising
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when you can feel
the remarkable, uncommon
texture of your soul,
you can’t imagine letting anyone close
who isn’t perfectly meant to
intertwine with it
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what if only,
when you feel
her reaching for you,
you could reach too.
maybe go a little higher.
just let yourself stretch.
and let your heart grow.
what if only,
instead of pulling away,
instead of trying to pull her down,
you could just go a little higher.
you could let her fire be bright.
and you could let your fear be small.
what if only
you could let the way you see
yourself be stretched…
you could let your whole. soul. grow.
i know you wonder what it could be like…
if maybe it’s beautiful there.
so what if only…
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you take all of
my walls down with
this fever-driven dream
and we’ve got messy hearts
with your skin against mine,
but there’s this way your
heartbeat promises
to take care of my own…
so maybe it’s safe to just give in
to slow kisses on wild skin.
– butterflies rising
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you take all of
my walls down with
this fever-driven dream
and we’ve got messy hearts
with your skin against mine,
but as much as fear has my head
gripped and you at arm’s length,
we. still. intertwine.
you’re a soul instinct.
and this feeling is a heart imprint.
and when you’re this close to me
there’s this way your
heartbeat promises to take care of my
own… so maybe it’s safe to just give in
to slow kisses on wild skin.
– butterflies rising
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…there’s this way that your heartbeat
promises to take care of mine
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if it comes
close to you,
it has to be destiny-colored
and deep. souled.
there is too much gold in that skin
for anything but sure hands
to touch it.
there is too. much. fire. in that chest…
they’ve got to dance with your wildness
and play in your beautiful mess
and drip wild poetry on your lips
with their kiss.
if it comes close to you,
it has to feel like this.
nothing less.
– butterflies rising
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