It's like a war inside your mind: logic versus emotion. You know how you should feel, but it doesn't stop you from feeling polar opposite. Denied for so long, I finally let go, gave in. Maybe that's why it hurt so bad: I knew if I really let myself, I'd never be the same.
There comes a point when the only option is to ride. Make your home the road and forget what you know, forget what you love. I've always been the other woman: with everyone, belonging to no one. A free spirit isn't always a blessing. Sometimes, you'll find it's a curse.
Leather clad, we rode. Past the canyon, all along the coast, we were bandits of the night. Our gypsy hearts never truly loved again. There was a part of ourselves that we just wouldn't give away. Maybe out of selfishness, maybe out of fear.
"Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."
I'm trying hard not to get into trouble
but I've got a war in my mind
so, I just ride
dress: forever 21
boots: forever 21