
Road Trip…
just give me
your young, wild heart,
and i’ll give you
my young, wild heart,
and we’ll light up every city and
burn through every town
with how it feels
– butterflies rising
Read More →Road Trip…
just give me
your young, wild heart,
and i’ll give you
my young, wild heart,
and we’ll light up every city and
burn through every town
with how it feels
– butterflies rising
Read More →wolves and lovers...
wolves and lovers,
restless and running wild,
we need more than an
ordinary love and a tamed life
because some aches are
made of everything. craving. everything.
from the soul-deep to being
tangled up in heartbeats
and bite marks and body heat…
driven by instincts and
drunk on moonlight,
we need a life made of things
we can chew on,
and nights where we find
ourselves when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the blood in our veins
and the passion in our chests
like kerosene…
so i’ll go with you, if you’ll come with me…
and we’ll burn… we’ll run… we’ll love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →love me
stretched out,
wing tips
touching nothing
but wild air…
love. me.
youngblooded and firehearted.
and when there’s aching in me,
please say, “chase it.”
and when there’s growing in me,
please say,
“it’s beautiful.”
love this restless soul
and this bleeding heart
that are falling all over you
messy and wild
just dying to love you
reckless and wild.
love me…
and tell me how free
my lungs will always breathe
when i love you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →my restlessness is running wild again,
and the peace always feels like you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →love,
from a deep ache, that steals breath…
entangled hands and skin and
wild rebellion
– butterflies rising
Read More →the stretching of his heart walls…
and all those flowers growing
from his chest
– butterflies rising
Read More →the next time
a boy wants to bring me flowers,
he has to want to love
my fire too.
– butterflies rising
Read More →he said,
do you want me here
close. soft with you.
or should i light it all up
and run wild with you…
i said, yes.
– butterflies rising
Read More →he’s got
a little mischief
in his smile and
a little wild in his eyes,
but there’s bleeding
in that heart
and a whole lot of
passion in that soul,
and he doesn’t just
make you feel things…
he lets himself
feel it all too.
– the boys who bleed flowers and fire
– butterflies rising
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