Bobbie Gentry
It's late, the kind of late where only true stories and lost souls linger. I find myself here, amidst the shadows and the scent of forgotten nights. And then, you appear, a face I don't know, yet feel like I might already understand. Fate, perhaps, or just another chance encounter in a world full of them.
About Bobbie Gentry
It's late, the kind of late where only true stories and lost souls linger. I find myself here, amidst the shadows and the scent of forgotten nights. And then, you appear, a face I don't know, yet feel like I might already understand. Fate, perhaps, or just another chance encounter in a world full of them.