just to watch you
wear light on your skin
and trace peace in your fingertips…
how you smile at me
so easy.
– summertime
– butterflies rising
Read More →just to watch you
wear light on your skin
and trace peace in your fingertips…
how you smile at me
so easy.
– summertime
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
Read More →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
Read More →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
Read More →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
Read More →what if we don’t ask this
to burden bear,
or heavy lift, and sift
through pain,
maybe we can do our own work,
so breath, and romance,
and what we taste like in every
color of love
can be what fills this space
– intimacy
– butterflies rising
Read More →and maybe tonight we just dissolve into stars…
leaving gravity behind, quieting our heads and
trading all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin
– butterflies rising
Read More →maybe tonight
we just dissolve into the stars…
leaving gravity behind,
quieting our heads and trading
all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin.
i just. get. restless.
and i can’t stay too human
for too long… it’s too heavy.
i need to leave the atmosphere,
or pull your soul aesthetic closer;
close enough to taste moon dust
in the back of my throat.
and whether we actually transcend
or just lose all sense…
i don’t care.
let’s break open and
scatter and spill and spill…
our wild universes
colliding under these stars.
– butterflies rising
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