I keep wishing you would drive me to where I need to be. A shoe box on the 428, just off the junction near that tall tree. The box not fit for purpose; yet I long for the cover it gives. I am not looking for a lover, just love; beneath a tree
I keep wishing you would drive me to where I need to be. A shoe box on the 428, just off the junction near that tall tree. The box not fit for purpose; yet I long for the cover it gives. I am not looking for a lover, just love; beneath a tree