what
you’re drawn to
when you catch fire…
that’s where
you’ll find love.
– butterflies rising
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Tag: Fire
what you go to just because you’re lonely isn’t love…
what you go to just because you’re lonely
isn’t love. but what you’re drawn to when you
catch fire… that’s where you’ll find love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →let’s lose ourselves in wild creativity and glow…
let’s lose ourselves
in wild creativity and glow.
and burn and breathe at once in our skin.
out of our lungs.
pouring the aches from our chests.
with our wings wide open.
– butterflies rising
Read More →a fire in that kiss…
that kiss…
it’s a bitter taste now.
and god, how it felt like love,
and then it turned into
such. brutal. pain.
but you make sure you
keep loving deep.
and keep your heart wilder than wild,
because someday you’ll breathe it
all out as stardust and art…
and there was a fire in that kiss
that always came from
your own lips.
– butterflies rising
Read More →passion in my chest like kerosene…
if you broke me open, that’s what you would find… passion…
if you broke me open, that’s what you would find… passion.
in my veins, in my blood, in my dna… it’s aching to catch fire….
all this passion in my chest like kerosene.
– butterflies rising
Read More →her fire is drawn to your fire…
she’s a wildflower on fire…
a wildflower on fire…
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 →love me youngblooded and firehearted…
love me
stretched out,
wing tips
touching nothing
but wild air…
love. me.
youngblooded and firehearted.
and when there’s aching in me,
please say, “chase it.”
and when there’s growing in me,
please say,
“it’s beautiful.”
love this restless soul
and this bleeding heart
that are falling all over you
messy and wild
just dying to love you
reckless and wild.
love me…
and tell me how free
my lungs will always breathe
when i love you.
– butterflies rising
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