I’m always weary of men
who call me ‘babe’ and ‘baby’
long before I even earned
such an affectionate title.
Where Words Whisper
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
I’m always weary of men
who call me ‘babe’ and ‘baby’
long before I even earned
such an affectionate title.
Where Words Whisper 