whenever i see someone talking about how small & controllable women need to be if they want to be loved, it just makes me want to write more poetry about how bright we get to be and be loved.
– butterflies rising
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a love language…
good conversation. intense conversation.
wit, banter, chemistry. tell me things.
a curiosity exchange… the kind you
don’t want to end.
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you deserve someone who isn’t afraid of your sparks… the kind of connection where their fire is drawn to your fire.
– butterflies rising
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summer wild…
a restless summer child, sunrise-sweet and
sunset-wild, kissed by light glimmer and running
free in the wild air, under the magic of fireflies and in
the glow of bonfire flare, feeling alive and chasing
new horizons is why we’re here, so when the
sunset unfolds into the night of our lives…
promise you’ll meet me there.
– butterflies rising
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love languages…
blood + fire… the wild. the passionate.
the visceral things that burn in your veins,
that bite at your senses, that give you a pulse
sugar + flowers… the sweet. the soft.
the vulnerable things that tender the walls
and break your heart open
love + soul… the deep. the true. the heart.
the lungs. the breathing. the wings. the free…
the things you ache for… and the ones that ache back
magic + stars… the infinite. the destined.
the things you feel beyond words, beyond bodies,
beyond… before… after… always.
– butterflies rising
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soft and wild… vulnerable
and passionate… sweet and strong…
tender and full of fire. we can be any of it…
and we can be all of it.
– butterflies rising
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don’t just stay still,
go and dream your wild dreams, love,
and chase your racing heartbeats…
find your spark and feed it, and play in your own fire,
and i promise… they’ll find you.
they’ll meet you where moonlight meets soul light
and where everything you both ache for collides,
because their fire will be drawn to your fire.
– butterflies rising
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dream
your wild dreams, love,
and chase your racing heartbeats,
find it and feed it and play in your own fire…
and she’ll find you.
she’ll meet you where moonlight meets soul light
and everything you both ache for collides,
because her fire is drawn to your fire.
– butterflies rising
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just you and me…
and that
up against the wall,
in the back seat,
under the stars,
lost in the moment while the rest
of the world fades away,
kind of kissing
– butterflies rising
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