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.
My soul remembered him, my heart connected with him but time had separated him from wanting me right now.
You won’t forget a woman like her, easily anyway.
Once you cross paths with Magic it’s hard to see life the same.
Many speak to her but she’s looking for the one who knows her souls language.
Some people just carry heavy hearts and more often than not it has nothing to do with you.
Seeked of self love.