May 2018
I wanted to tell you stories.
Whispered to you in dreams.
Written love letters.
Pressed into your skin.
I fear though that Iām not a great storyteller.
Your kisses seemed to forgive.
Whispered to you in dreams.
Written love letters.
Pressed into your skin.
I fear though that Iām not a great storyteller.
Your kisses seemed to forgive.
