“i’m still learning how to be mine”
– butterflies rising
“”he loved my fire…
as long as i was held tight within his grasp”
– butterflies rising
“the next time a boy
wants to bring me flowers…
he has to want to love
my fire too.”
– butterflies rising
let it all fall through your fingers until you finally feel free
– butterflies rising
while we’re here… we can try to love a little deeper, and burn a little brighter, and maybe, just maybe, we make it a little softer here for someone.
– butterflies rising