Stories tagged “butterflies”

  • Maybe

    Maybe sometimes you give me butterflies. Maybe sometimes you make me so, so happy and giddy I could smile on and on and on. Maybe you make me want to hug you, and never, ever let go. Maybe I really really want to tell you. Maybe I don’t know how....

    • Author: wytherwings
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Can't Believe It

    Don’t know what it is I find myself Speechless to your words As feeling for you rises It’s been a long time Since I have felt Felt this way Seems long overdue The room is spinning My face is hot My heart is pounding My throat is dry Butterf...

  • I Believe

    I believe in rainy days that soak in deep to nourish at the root I believe in rainbows of paper butterflies swaying above my head in childish glee I believe in ice cream sundaes that melt fast in the sun leaving sticky puddles of joy I believe in harmo...

  • Butterflies like lightening

    “Marc, don’t leave!” he slows enough I’m able to get in front of him. “Marcus, look at me, please” I whisper barely audible within the 12 inch distance between us. Our electricity is palpable without touching we are ...

  • Song of the Samurai

    A young man knelt beside the small spring in his uncle’s garden. The spring was a constant song often accompanied by flute-like nightingales, the sawing violin chirp of crickets, kettle drums in the form of raucous laughter, and the paper-brush o...

  • Desert Sequence

    As I walked in the arid, dry desert I could feel the penetrating sand sting my tender skin. I had only recently dropped everything and moved here to get this over with. I kept walking, unwillingly dealing with the unpleasant feeling of perspiration con...

    • Author: Snowy Owl
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
    • 4 out of 5

  • Forever & Always: Part 2

    My blood started to boil. Even though I couldn’t see a thing, I knew exactly what was happening. Before I knew it, Ashton’s face was right in front of mine gazing down into my eyes. I had an idea of what was going to occur next, but I thought that ...

  • Dear Aiden,

    For butterflies and wayward hearts, it is impossible to fight their wings inevitably being ripped off at the seams. It makes no sense to have such beauty desecrated for childish games, but in this dead-end world beautiful things need to be broken it se...