ONLY THE WILD ONES

Here's to the girls that are free. With the wind in their hair and dirt on their feet. Free flowing moves, one glance and your heart skips a beat. These are the special ones. The mad ones. Who live not for you. But for life and for love and wild magic too. A glimpse in the night, a flash through the sky. Running, feet burning through hot sand to the sea. A kiss or a smile or a whispered word will melt hearts. Leaving a trail in their wake of the weak hearts that did break. From no ill intent, just a free flowing wanderlust that is rare and unique. Only the wild ones feel things that scare not them and not me.