My Stories
A love letter
I will take you up the river
So it could drain your worries.
I will tell you stories
Until a wistful shiver
Runs down your back.
And in our shack
On a starry August night
I’ll kiss your lips.
I will take you up the river
So it could drain your worries.
I will tell you stories
Until a wistful shiver
Runs down your back.
And in our shack
On a starry August night
I’ll kiss your lips.
Slowly riding this beautiful life and capturing enigmatic moments in writing (katesedition.com)
Slowly riding this beautiful life and capturing enigmatic moments in writing (katesedition.com)