I wish you'd left my wings. Be in my eyes, be in my heart. I think I can love you now. And I hope it's not too late, because you're so beautiful. And with the way you move, I'll close my eyes and butterfly kiss you.
And how am I going to get home tonight? I'm scared to sleep alone. I'm scared that there's no one there to count the butterflies in my hair. Wild eyes. You said I was just a figment of your imagination. A creature too symmetrical to be real. I guess, that means I'm complicated.
I guess we can't think about some things too hard, or they'll break our wild hearts.
star sweater by she inside
photo by amanda derose