“the next time a boy
wants to bring me flowers…
he has to want to love
my fire too.”
– butterflies rising
Poetry
Browsing Tag
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
i hope i make it a little softer here for someone
– butterflies rising
some of us just aren’t made for how hard the edges are here,…
– butterflies rising