this way you
so gently, yet confidently
ask me to grow,
you are flowers and fire
so softly, yet knowingly
awakening me
to all of these things
i want to become
– spring
– butterflies rising
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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
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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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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
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