It's me Kate. Light brown locks and a tiny frame. But I fill up a room without even trying. My eyes are my thing they're deep and captivating like twin lakes. Men get lost in them all the time. There's this softness in my look that pulls you in. I'm kind and I'm genuine not full of myself. What makes me special isn't my face it's the light I carry. When I lock eyes with you time stands still. I'm not just a story anymore I'm real and I'm right here.
