Mar 4 -
the restless Butterflies in my stomach made their way up to my Heart
& when i could contain them there no longer
they were freed; by overwhelming Bliss & Joy
that they lingered into the sun kissed strands of my goldilocks…
(via fairycastle)
Maybe it's her Face; no make up at all Maybe it's her Hair; soft golden & wind blown Maybe it's her Laugh; when she throws back & sighs it could be All These Things but i think mostly it's Her Smile,, cause i know she .... is Happy :)
