
let me learn how to hold my own fire before
you ask my heart to catch fire for you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →let me learn how to hold my own fire before
you ask my heart to catch fire for you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →meet me in that place
where our souls ache to wander
and a million stars will unfold around us
and i’ll look at you and wonder
how we ever lived in anything
less breathtaking
than this
– butterflies rising
Read More →i like you brave,
i like you breathing free,
i like you feeling all of you in you
– butterflies rising
Read More →i feel you
at 3am when
my heart is too restless.
when my. heart. feels…
like life has to hold more than this.
it has to. because i feel you.
in ways i don’t understand
but, somehow… understand.
like some sort of north light,
or that fallen star at 11:11
when i wish,
when i breathe in
and it feels like light,
when i breathe out
and all the heavy i’ve ever known just… fades.
all these little ways that i. feel. you.
and you’re not here.
but you’re everywhere.
you’re in everything.
– butterflies rising
Read More →how her eyes dream
how her lips say heaven
how that heart holds a universe
and that sweet in her smile means…
let go and run wild with me
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think you’re made
of flowers; how you bloom
when there’s light on your skin.
you feel all that fire in your soul,
and it’s. so. beautiful.
but keep letting the sweetness in.
let yourself feel the glow.
be gentle with your raging heart
and softer with your chaos.
you are a wild thing,
but you are such a tender thing…
so maybe let even a little more of
that gentle in with how you grow.
dig out from the dark what you need to
and burn down what you have to
but then let yourself light up.
let in a little more sweetness
and a little more glow…
and let yourself feel all the ways
you’re made of flowers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think you’re made of flowers;
how you bloom when there’s light
on your skin
– butterflies rising
Read More →we have
wilderness hearts,
we get restless with the moon,
we’re meant to live in wild opens
and run free under
starlight
– butterflies rising
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