
people who love
passionately are meant to
be loved passionately
– butterflies rising
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ok, you’re cute, but,
i want to know your soul aesthetic…
so tell me the poetry you read and the song
you fall asleep with… all the art, the words,
the songs that shift you. this is what i want
to know. this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
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tell me how
the mountains give you peace
and the ocean makes you restless,
of the poetry you read
and the song you fall asleep with,
any fear that makes you bleed
and every dream that breaks you open,
this is what i want to know,
this is how my heart falls
– butterflies rising
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tell me the poetry you read and the song
you fall asleep with… all the art, the words,
the songs that shift you. this is what i want
to know. this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
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tell me how
the mountains give you peace
and the ocean makes you restless,
about the poetry you read
and the song you fall asleep with…
i want to know the art, the words,
the songs that shift you,
and all those fears that make you bleed
and the dreams that break you open…
what’s in your heart
and what’s in your head…
this is what i want to know,
this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
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tell me how
the mountains give you peace
and how the ocean makes you restless,
about the poetry you read
and the song you fall asleep with,
of any fear that makes you bleed
and every dream that breaks. you. open.
what’s in your head and what’s in your heart,
this… this is what i want to know…
this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
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let me
wander with
the ones who are
tangled in stars
and tethered
to promise
– dreamers
– butterflies rising
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why else
are we here if not
to live with unreasonable
passion for things
– butterflies rising
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you make everything beautiful,
everything about you is
made of soul
– butterflies rising
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maybe i like
that you came here
to do more
than pass time, or hold your space
over there,
and i could trade my foothold
for my senses shaken,
and forgo my ability
to stay in my body,
if you want to show me
how abandon
can feel like magic
– butterflies rising
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