
strong hands
that can be soft hands
and slow hands
against your skin
like flowers, like curiosity…
– butterflies rising
Read More →strong hands
that can be soft hands
and slow hands
against your skin
like flowers, like curiosity…
– butterflies rising
Read More →forever trying
to reconcile this hopelessly
romantic heart and this fiercely
independent soul
i’m such a soft lover…
and a wild wanderer
but i think you’re where
all of me finds home
– butterflies rising
Read More →you said,
tell me where you’ve been, love
and i thought of all the lost roads,
and dark corners,
and heavy work, and heartbreak,
and of all the healing
and i just said…
on my way here
– butterflies rising
Read More →when my fears
ask why they should speak
softly around you,
i tell them…
your integrity tastes like sugar,
and that you carry goodness
in your hands like it
belongs
– butterflies rising
Read More →when you feel lost, look up…
just let all
the pretty lights in the sky
guide you home
– butterflies rising
Read More →nothing softens me
towards someone like the way
strength of character does
– butterflies rising
Read More →when you love,
the music around you becomes
the soundtrack to the stories you are living
with that person in them
that time, those places, those moments,
it intertwines with all of it.
it becomes the energy that captures what you
feel with them, what you feel for them.
it becomes this visceral, engraved part of the life you live,
the life you know… a life that has them in it.
so, when it ends…
when you have to start unweaving
them from your stories, and untangling them
from your energy, and unraveling. them. from. your. life.
out of everything you have to let go of…
i don’t know if there’s
anything harder to let go of
than the way a song makes you
feel about them.
– when a music lover loves
– butterflies rising
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