Those French movies,
romance and candles, skin crawling beautiful and mesmerizing. Those kinda ones,
that kinda romance
crave it, keep it safe with my entire life. A French romance, oh so pure, craving
it all. If I look close enough, it’s all reversed. I see a black hole, a deep
dark black hole. Deep and
dark, look away from that space, how deeper you’ll look, how deeper you’ll
fall. Forever kept, taken by the darkness.