Hello Wild Ones 😘😘,
I hope you are well and letting your wings to fly. I hope that you are adding self-care to your schedule. I hope that you are smiling at yourself once in a while and whispering how amazing you are. I have innate peace and joy and I currently trying to keep whispering “I am sexy” every time I feel like my stomach rolls are too much since I don’t feel like exercising it away.
This is just a random poem that I felt like writing. (I will be doing this a lot)
The Forbidden Rose
Roses are beautiful
Everyone knows
This rose is beautiful
I have experienced its scent
But it’s growing in the wrong garden
It is also growing in the wrong season
I keep standing at the fence
Marveling at it’s beauty
Then I pinch myself
Why am I falling for what’s clearly not mine?
If it was mine it would be in the right garden and season
But I love what its scent does to me
I want to nurture this rose
I want it to know that I adore it
But how do you love what’s not really yours
I guess rose thorns aren’t the only things that bring pain when it come to roses
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With looove and grace,
Jackie
Why am I falling for what’s not mine??…
I loved that part😪❤
Great great..keep up⚡⚡
Thank you 💖💖