your
lips on
my skin
and i crumble
into
wild little
butterflies
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way he loved her untamed,
with breathing room and growing space.
letting her have wings and fires burning…
how he’d just watch the light play with
the glow in her skin.
– butterflies rising
Read More →to be such a soft thing…
and still let everything made of fire
run so wild in her veins
– butterflies rising
Read More →her
cherry lips on
his whiskey-flavored kiss
and that kind of sugar that
can cause a hard defense
to soften. so. easy…
and you end up with your walls down
and your mind forgotten
and your pulse. affected.
all of it tangled up together…
his heart. her heart. his curious fingertips…
her dangerously. soft. skin.
how you lose your senses in that kind of love…
you get wrapped up in so. much. sweet.
and you don’t ever want to come undone.
– butterflies rising
Read More →this love will touch.
taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the awakenings
will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.
and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →artists and lovers...
maybe,
you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver…
but you’ll trade it for the dreams.
for the bleeding of the colors
and the escape from time.
and maybe the peace will take turns with the chaos,
but this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the art will breathe
and the awakenings will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.
and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →to the artists and lovers…
maybe you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver… but you’ll
trade it for the dreams and for the bleeding
of the colors and the escape from time,
and your soul will stir, and your heart will race,
and the art will breathe, and the awakenings
will come again and again and again…
– butterflies rising
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