she’s a wild butterfly finding her way
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Spirit
could you love her, still: when she blooms and wild and burns bright
could you
love her, still…
when she’s not only
soft in your arms
but when she’s wild
with the moon and restless…
and maybe just a little out of reach
from your fingertips.
could you love her, still,
when she’s not only sweet and
resting easy on your chest,
but when she’s wild blossomed in the night
and searching for more inside of herself
than who you may think she is.
could you love her
not just when she’s flowers
but when she’s fire.
she has to know… if she lets you close…
when she blooms wild and burns bright…
could you love her, still.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she blooms wild and burns bright ™
shadow & sugar… you are allowed to be a many-layered thing…
shadow & sugar…
you are
allowed to be
a many-layered thing…
to have texture and shades.
to be kissed by the sunlight
and bitten by the moon
and to feel all the different ways
that you feel,
all the raw and tender mess of it all.
to let all of that shadow and sugar be in you
and the pretty and dirty and beautiful and wild
run through you and spill out of you
everywhere, all at once…
to just let yourself be a
soft and wild thing.
– butterflies rising
Read More →kissed by the sunlight and bitten by the moon…
she’s kissed by the sun and bitten by the moon…
the way she’s such a soft thing and still lets everything made of fire…
the way she’s such a soft thing
and still lets everything made of fire
run so wild in her veins
– butterflies rising
Read More →what you’re drawn to when you catch fire…
what
you’re drawn to
when you catch fire…
that’s where
you’ll find love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what you go to just because you’re lonely isn’t love…
what you go to just because you’re lonely
isn’t love. but what you’re drawn to when you
catch fire… that’s where you’ll find love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →let’s lose ourselves in wild creativity and glow…
let’s lose ourselves
in wild creativity and glow.
and 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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