playlist in the background, stars outside
the windows… let’s just drive.
– butterflies rising
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Tag: Poetry
she’s beautiful chaos and wild butterflies – butterflies rising quote – credited posts
a sensitive king. one with a vulnerable heart…
my kind of king energy?
a sensitive king. one with a vulnerable heart
underneath all his dirty edges.
– butterflies rising
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my kind of king energy?
a sensitive king. one with a vulnerable heart
underneath all his dirty edges.
my kind of king energy?
a passionate king. an intense king.
anything but nonchalant… and the way he
catches fire makes my heart catch fire for him.
my kind of king energy?
a kind & compassionate king. an emotionally
intelligent king. one whose energy feels so good
that his soul can pull me in just as
easily as his smile can.
– butterflies rising
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a sensitive king… that vulnerable heart
underneath all his dirty edges.
– butterflies rising
Read More →a passionate king. an intense king. anything but nonchalant…
my kind of king energy?
a passionate king. an intense king.
anything but nonchalant… and the way he
catches fire makes my heart catch fire for him.
– butterflies rising
Read More →a kind & compassionate king. an emotionally intelligent king…
my kind of king energy?
a kind & compassionate king. an emotionally
intelligent king. one whose energy feels so good
that his soul can pull me in just as
easily as his smile can.
– butterflies rising
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go with me
everywhere in the world,
bare skin in sunshine,
wild under moonshine,
let’s go
– butterflies rising
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love me youngblooded and firehearted…
love me
stretched out,
wing tips
touching nothing
but wild air…
love. me.
youngblooded and firehearted.
and when there’s aching in me,
please say, “chase it.”
and when there’s growing in me,
please say,
“it’s beautiful.”
love this restless soul
and this bleeding heart
that are falling all over you
messy and wild
just dying to love you
reckless and wild.
love me…
and tell me how free
my lungs will always breathe
when i love you.
– butterflies rising
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