…the kind of boy who would
never break a pinky swear
– butterflies rising
Read More →he gave me every
reason not to believe in love…
yet here i am after everything,
so beautifully certain it exists
– butterflies rising
Read More →he said…
“it’s a long walk home”,
but i never could’ve known just
how far we would roam…
how long i’d have to hold on.
– butterflies rising
Read More →let yourself
find peace with the
apology that’s never coming…
even if it came,
it wouldn’t be enough,
and it doesn’t hold your healing
– butterflies rising
Read More →they all love
at such exhausting extremes,
suffocated or uninvested,
missing the place in between,
where love is trusted
but breathes
…inhale it fully, let it breathe
– butterflies rising
Read More →Directions…
a southern girl
with a gypsy soul, she took
a journey west to help her grow,
and then she chased the eastern sun
to give her faith,
and she let the northern lights
guide her way
…home.
– butterflies rising
Read More →Directions…
a southern girl with a restless soul,
she took a journey west to help her grow,
and then she chased the eastern sun
to give her faith,
and she let the northern lights
guide her way
…home.
– butterflies rising
Read More →that sure kind of love…
where jealousy has no resting place,
and doubt has no home
– butterflies rising
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