With age, my Lovelies..
You realise what is tailored for you and what doesn't fit no matter the adjustment,
You let go of your shackles,
You embrace your temperament
You realise nobody is coming to save you.
But got to pull yourself out of the mess you created
With age, my beauties...
Trivial things cease to matter
You yearn for astute conversation
You disregard unnecessary gossip and judgement,
You learn to love your imperfections
You let go of all the self sabotage you adopted as a sassy lass
You immense yourself in creating a better version of yourself.
With age honey..
The words "You are beautiful, your sexy, I love you," they sound so cliche
They never invoke excitement anymore
"Let's meet, let me take you out for dinner, let's have brunch...etc" have been contaminated by individuals with unrefined demeanour, they dampen our mood, as soon as they are spoken.
With age, my queen's...
Humility becomes the new swag.
Getting closer to God becomes a norm
Preserving nature becomes a hobby
With age, my dear sweethearts..
You realise the things you wanted to be gifted so badly by others
Was just simple things you could have given yourself.
We learn to be self-sufficient, with zeal and enthusiasm to elevate others.
The longing stops the growth begins,
Slaying halted, My Lady is adopted.
