
there’s this feeling when you look
at me… i think maybe it’s love… how you
actually give a damn about all the
mess inside my head.
– butterflies rising
Read More →there’s this feeling when you look
at me… i think maybe it’s love… how you
actually give a damn about all the
mess inside my head.
– butterflies rising
Read More →if it comes
close to you,
it has to be destiny-colored
and deep. souled.
there is too much gold in that skin
for anything but sure hands
to touch it.
there is too. much. fire. in that chest…
they’ve got to dance with your wildness
and play in your beautiful mess
and drip wild poetry on your lips
with their kiss.
if it comes close to you,
it has to feel like this.
nothing less.
– butterflies rising
Read More →smoke & sugar…
you’ve got
too much gravity
in your head.
so take it easy.
and put the heavy down.
we could be delicate here.
or not…
you could come mix
that smoke on your lips
with the sugar on mine
and we can kiss slow and wild
until we forget time
and collapse.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the world is loud
and i wanna get lost…
with you.
so let’s just go anywhere.
any miles an hour.
nothing but
highway lines
with your hand on my legs
and a slow. kiss.
on your neck
and our racing hearts
so deep in this messy love
and the destination;
wherever wild runs…
playlist in the background,
stars outside the windows,
let’s just drive.
– butterflies rising
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