through lifetimes…
until i die…
i will look at you and
i will feel this way until i die.
and then when i live again,
i will feel this way, still.
– butterflies rising
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The Beautiful Things They Do…
if you keep trying to find love
with people who are broken inside
you will spend your energy and the moments
of your life, so lost, searching for understanding
of why they do all of the harmful, destructive
things they do…
but if you can be patient with love,
and save yourself for a love
with someone who is whole within,
then you will get to live your moments
and spend this journey endlessly in awe of the
way they do all of the stunningly
beautiful things they do.
– butterflies rising
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meet me where we can lose ourselves in the wild and feel it all… burn and breathe at once in our skin. out of our lungs. pouring the aches from our chests, with our wings wide open.
– butterflies rising
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this love
like summer…
this light, this warmth,
how with you
it all feels so free
– butterflies rising
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you’ll know…
not just in the way they look at you,
but in how they’re not looking
anywhere else
– butterflies rising
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your heart
isn’t made to settle…
you must choose the greatest love,
and you have to chase the
greatest life
– butterflies rising
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i can’t say them.
i can’t say those three words.
i can’t say it in three words…
i can’t speak these things small.
i don’t feel these things ordinary.
and i can’t look at you and feel. these. things.
and fit them into predetermined patterns
and pre-ordered packages,
or practice how to speak them
in a rented ballroom,
or repeat them as a morning habit…
these are star things, and soul things,
and all of my everything, things…
so when you say…
do you, will you?
i do, and i will…
but out here where it’s wild,
and up here where it’s infinite,
and in me where i feel you,
where i’ve always. felt. you…
even before this. and where i’ll feel you
after this, and beyond this…
so what i can’t say means nothing.
and it means everything.
and what i mean when i say to you…
burn out the stars with me
…that’s my way of asking for your forevers.
– butterflies rising
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those three words…
i can’t say those three. little. words.
because…
i can’t say it in three words.
i can’t speak these things small because
i don’t feel these things ordinary.
i can’t look at you and
feel. all. these. things.
and try to fit them into predetermined
patterns or say them to you like
some sort of easy habit;
these things that i feel are star things
and soul things
and all of my everything, things.
so when you ask…
“do you?”
i do, and i will…
but out here where it’s wild
and up here where it’s infinite
and in me where i feel you,
where i’ve always. felt. you…
even before this.
and where i’ll feel you after this,
and beyond this…
so what i can’t say means nothing.
and it means everything.
and what i mean when i say to you…
burn out the stars with me
…that’s my way of asking for your forevers.
– butterflies rising
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the in-between…
sometimes a soul
needs a growing space,
a before space or an in-between
to go within…
but you can’t ask someone
to be a forever waiting for you
if you’re trying to fill
that in-between space with
other temporary faces
patience with a soul searching and pain from
an ego seeking… it’s not the same thing.
– butterflies rising
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we’re here
with all this chemistry
in our veins,
so let’s stay up
and talk
about heaven, and earth,
and of your dreams,
and my dreams…
and maybe you could come closer and
show me love-colored things
– late night conversations
– butterflies rising
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