untameable

Wildflower; pick up your pretty little head, It will get easier, your dreams are not dead.

She wasn't kind of lady that depended on a man and I think that's what made her so irrestible to them, any man she had loved she wanted ~ and the men that loved her back couldn't handle not being needed, so she showed them the door and grew her own wings as they walked out. Love to her isn't a maybe thing, nor is it attachment and any man whom thinks he will ever own her would be best not to try at all.

What if everything you have been taught is all a lie and everything you feel is all a truth?

And then she learnt to be a little wild she had to be a little less afraid.

She has fought many wars, most internal. The ones that you battle alone, for this, she is remarkable. She is a survivor.

She would only let you know her, little by little ~ never giving too much away but willing to share the small parts that make up her life, she falls slowly like that ~ love isn't a maybe thing in her eyes & her heart is the prize, she knows her worth and she will withstand the wait.

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.

Don't settle your wild, find a man who doesn't want to tame it.

I am an artist, my hair is rarely tamed & sometimes I sleep till noon, My house is messy and I speak to the moon. I care less about the materials that I share with my world and more about the passion inside myself. Im an artist, what more can you expect? i am full of soul, love and all the rest.

They judged me like they would judge themselves and that's what they could never understand, we are all human but we are not the same.

She was born to be free, let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.

When people who remember her better than me talk of her, she is always described as headstrong and irresponsible, which, if you think about it, are just different words for untameable. The wind is untameable, and so are rivers, and there is something poetic in that.