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
Read More →this is how my heart falls…
Tag: True Love
strong… soft… slow…
even if it is madness…
even if it is
madness to do so,
i will let myself feel you.
and even if it is through
madness to find you,
i will search for you.
and no matter how far
and wide we wander,
how. desperately.
we lose our way…
i will look for you
in every lifetime,
until we finally stay.
– butterflies rising
Read More →messy and wild…
can you love my restless soul
and bleeding heart… they’re falling
all over you messy and wild, just dying
to love you reckless and wild.
– butterflies rising
Read More →those wild eyes…
like a sure thing…
you walk in
like a sure thing…
and i don’t mean
easy skin,
i mean sure love and
steady hands,
all that destiny in those wild eyes,
so much passion in that wild heart,
all the marks on you
and the strength in you
from the mountains within you
that you scaled to get here…
it’s beautiful.
so many moons in you.
all to find your way to this light that’s
burning for you within me.
– butterflies rising
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artists and lovers...
maybe,
you’ll lose a little
sleep and the sanity
will waver…
but you’ll trade it for
the dreams. for the
bleeding of the colors
and the escape from time.
and maybe the peace will
take turns with the chaos,
but this love will touch.
taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the art will breathe.
and the awakenings
will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.
and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →soul aesthetic…
a complete mess of me…
when i love, it’s the littlest things about
someone that can make a complete mess of me…
details, i love madly in details.
– butterflies rising
Read More →in his sleep…
there are
things he holds
close, in the awake,
in the lucid,
things he feels, but he fears
how they might fall out so helpless,
so unarmed, so defenseless…
and god, how those walls
can make me question.
but then he dreams with an open chest,
and he tells me of what he’s sure of,
and that i can let my head rest,
‘cause this isn’t a small love,
and that most times it feels like too much love,
and so sometimes… he’s just afraid.
so my fears… they just fall quiet
with the way he speaks to me
in his sleep.
he may have a
hardened chest in the wake light,
but there are flowers in the moonlight,
and when his fears fall quiet…
there are all these things he feels
when his defenses are down.
– butterflies rising
Read More →let’s just drive…
playlist in the background, stars outside
the windows… let’s just drive.
– butterflies rising
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