
how soft
my heart is…
it just isn’t made for how
flawed humans love
– butterflies rising
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how soft
my heart is…
it just isn’t made for how
flawed humans love
– butterflies rising
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the in-between…
sometimes a soul
needs a growing space,
a before space or an in-between
to go within…
but you can’t ask someone
to be a forever waiting for you
if you’re trying to fill
that in-between space with
other temporary faces
patience with a soul searching and pain from
an ego seeking… it’s not the same thing.
– butterflies rising
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we’re here
with all this chemistry
in our veins,
so let’s stay up
and talk
about heaven, and earth,
and of your dreams,
and my dreams…
and maybe you could come closer and
show me love-colored things
– late night conversations
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the way he is
so sure within himself,
he never needs to make
me feel unsure…
it’s beautiful the way a man’s foundation
can let your heart call him home
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there’s this
beating in my heart,
and it sounds like you.
and this ache. in. my. chest…
it feels like you.
– butterflies rising
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i want to
tangle with you,
and fall into you,
and feel all of you,
your breath, your skin,
your hands, your heart,
your everything…
all of it, all of you,
all around me
– butterflies rising
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sometimes
we love
in fingertip touch…
and it’s
just as close as
we can get
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i only know
how to crave
skin against skin
and my heart against
a chest
like a fingerprint
– butterflies rising
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