lay here…
safe in the
morning light,
soft in the daylight,
until sunlight becomes
skin light,
breathe in and
let the flowers wrap
you up in sweet
until the air comes easy
from your chest,
until the sky becomes
something you can touch,
and the earth becomes
somewhere you can stay
and still have wings
– butterflies rising
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earth, fire, water, sky…
wild, soft, free… and full of flowers.
she makes everything beautiful,
everything about her is made of soul.
– butterflies rising
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she makes everything beautiful… everything about her is made of soul.
– butterflies rising
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what makes you feel…
what makes you. feel. alive.
how is your breath stolen.
how. and when.
does this life give you arrhythmia.
what pulls at you so much that it
hurts not to chase it.
the dreams out there, the hopes in here.
the art, the words, the songs…
what shifts you.
that somewhere beautiful in this world
that calls to you in the early light.
those aching things that keep you up
so restless after midnight.
what takes you higher than this world,
what takes you deeper into your soul light…
all of those things…
i want to know. those. things…
show me all of your soul things
– butterflies rising
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what makes you feel…
and feel alive… how is your breath stolen…
i want to know your soul aesthetic.
– butterflies rising
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Road Trip…
just give me
your young, wild heart,
and i’ll give you
my young, wild heart,
and we’ll light up every city and
burn through every town
with how it feels
– butterflies rising
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maybe there are
a few hard edges in you
and they just need a little soft touch,
and there are these tender places
in me that just need to know
this is a good love,
and maybe that thing i feel in the
way you take my hand…
how it’s slow, but certain,
i think it’s how we feel the light come in,
and maybe for just this moment
a little softness, and a little good love…
that’s all we have to be.
– trust fall
– butterflies rising
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you turn these still
places into breathing,
this. warm sun… how it wakes
a motion
you take this feeling in me
and turn it into a high road,
and an open life
you can’t come here and ask me
to feel all this love, and not turn it
into the shape of you…
you make everything beautiful,
everything about you is
made of soul
and you say we’ll find a way…
promise me we’ll find our way
– butterflies rising
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when you can feel
the remarkable, uncommon
texture of your soul,
you can’t imagine letting anyone close
who isn’t perfectly meant to
intertwine with it
– butterflies rising
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