you are a golden thing
in this heavy, heavy world
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Love
you are a golden thing… i could get lost in all the little ways you carry love…
i could get lost
in all the little ways
you carry love, and carry light,
and hold so much
goodness in your being,
you are a golden thing
in this heavy, heavy world,
and everything feels new
when i look at you
– butterflies rising
Read More →so alive…
the way your
fingers fall in mine,
and how your heart is
racing wild,
and how my heart is
racing wild…
i just feel so alive
– butterflies rising
Read More →this world is too wide and this universe is too big and you are just too beautiful…
this world is
too wide
and this universe
is too big
and you are just
too beautiful
and there is just
way too much inside of you
for you to let this
be the end
– butterflies rising
Read More →heartbreak has this way of making your world seem so. small… this isn’t the end…
heartbreak has this way
of making your world seem so small,
just taking everything that
has meaning and collapsing it into
one single story, with only one other person,
and just one version of yourself, in just
one version of life, with what feels
like no way out, and as if there is
nothing more to know
but this world is too wide, and this
universe is too big, and you are just. too. beautiful,
and there is just way too much inside of you…
for you to let this be the end
this isn’t the end…
– butterflies rising
Read More →if you can’t help but feel with raw vulnerability…
if you can’t help but feel with raw vulnerability,
just let it be a beautiful way about you.
some things are going to hurt. like. a. force.
but the beautiful things…
the beautiful things will be magic.
– butterflies rising
Read More →if you can’t help but love with raw vulnerability…
if you can’t help
but love with raw vulnerability,
just let it be a beautiful way about you,
some things are going to hurt like a force,
but the beautiful things will be magic.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you said, tell me where you’ve been, love (the way to here)…
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…
her,
because she
makes life poetry,
she turns every bit
of it into art
– butterflies rising
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