A Gypsy Rose!
A part of us can never, ever be happy until the wild & ancient gypsy inside us dances. Our soul is made of rainy afternoons and starlight nights harvesting love. Our spirit is as ancient as planets with raven wings & harp strings. We are not bound to make sense. We need to make magic, write fantasy in pretty poetry. We wear our wild hearts and love big. Love fiercely. Love with every fiber of our feral being.
When they all follow the crowds & the trends, I will be walking quietly, searching within, listening to the stillness & the small voice that so clearly speaks to me when I tune in. I will be learning to follow my instincts, my spirits, my heart.
Absolutely forgive yourselves for past blunders. Breathe peace with yourself. Make space for your self in the state of perpetual growth, evolving, blooming.
We create gold from the most worthless of metal, long after it has turned to rust. That's our alchemy of attraction explained.
I am alone, but I am not lonely. Hopes keep creeping into my bones like cold slowly and steadily.
You should know that my love is unconditional, but your presence in my life is not. The time when you make me feel that my value for you does not measure up to my sense of self-worth, I'll move on unconditionally loving the days I loved you.
I have a hollow soul too. I allow light to come in. Sometimes you are like a moth to a flame who gravitates towards me. So stay cautious.
I totally allow you to capture my heart to set my imagination free. That's the best kind of kind, that what is defined as wild, all-consumed in love.
Don't compare me to sunshine & a rose when I am clearly orchid & moonlight.
Dear Women, darling, do not run away from your storm. Let them accept your enchanting darks to earn the most sacred place in your heart.
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