She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn’t need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets.
Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before?
Healing your wounds will hurt, so cry.
Cry your pretty little heart out until you have nothing left to shed, that’s how beauty is grown;
through the darkest of our days we become the light.
You know who you are, he said-
that intimidates boys but oneday a man will come along and value that exact part in you.
– Wise words from my best friend.
I don’t want fleeting friendships or relationships or passion in life, give me fleeting moments in coffee shops and walks by the water but I will never be satisfied with empty kinships that are fleeting & undecided. Those connections are what make us all human and I dare not settle my wild little heart for something of so little depth.
Many speak to her but she’s looking for the one who knows her souls language.
You could tell she was a free spirit, a gypsy, just by looking at her. A smile like that doesn’t come from a sad soul.
She was always fighting a battle but her smile would never tell you so.