I think you’re made of flowers, how you bloom when there’s light in your skin.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGI think you’re made of flowers, how you bloom when there’s light in your skin.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGBe gentle with the way you’re learning to hold your own heart.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGPatience with how your heart wanders, you will find your way.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGYou have a breathtaking wildfire heart.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGWhy else are we here if not to live with unreasonable passion for things.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGI keep falling, and feeling, and loving too much, but isn’t feeling it all existence.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGWhy else love if not to feel stars exploding in our veins.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGKeep your heart wilder than wild.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGBoys with mischievous smiles and poetry hearts.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGSelf Love – the most delicate intimacy.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGShe’s got all the wildflower energy in her veins.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGYou feel like home, and everywhere I’ve never been all at once.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGMy soul just thinks your soul is pure magic.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGA soft lover and a wild wanderer.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGShe loves like a awakening.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGWrite it out until what hurt you heals.
BUTTERFLIES RISING