you are like golden hour, it all glows different when you’re here
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Love
my axis pulls and pulls to wherever you are…
that soft, slow “baby” late at night…
you’re somewhere in this world, and i’m somewhere else in this world…
you’re somewhere
in this world,
and i’m somewhere
else in this world,
and there’s this
feeling in my soul,
and i hope it gets to you
– butterflies rising
Read More →go with me everywhere in the world, bare skin in sunshine, lost under moonshine…
go with me
everywhere in the world,
bare skin in sunshine,
lost under moonshine,
let’s go
– butterflies rising
Read More →people say they want love, but they go into relationships asking… what can you do for me?
people say they want love,
but they go into relationships asking…
what can you do for me?
what can i get out of you?
who can you be for me?
that’s need. and i just think love is
something different. i think it asks different
questions. i think it looks for different things.
like…
what is this feeling with you?
what can unfold between us?
i want to know who you are.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the testimony of character…
when my fears
ask why they should speak
softly around you,
i tell them…
your integrity tastes like sugar,
and that you carry goodness
in your hands like it
belongs
– butterflies rising
Read More →your beautiful gravity…
you feel like…
a terrifyingly
effortless fall
and i think
if i come closer
i would not recover
from you
and would i want to
…your beautiful gravity.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i don’t know if there’s anything harder to let go of than the way a song makes you feel about them…
and when it ends…
i don’t know if there’s anything
harder to let go of than the way a song
makes you feel about them
– when a music lover loves
– butterflies rising
Read More →so softly…
his hands,
how they hold such
strong character…
it’s why i fall into them
so softly
– butterflies rising
Read More →your heart is too special to not be carried kindly…
your heart is too
special to not be carried
kindly, to not be held like
it’s magic
– butterflies rising
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