Petit Petit Petit

Paris continues its ability to inspire me. This charming city poses different characters and the particular area I was in at that time made me go through a roller coaster of emotions.

I was in Bastille. Beautiful Bastille.

Petit Petit Petit (Small Small Small)

Your ignorance can somewhat be beautiful at times.

The smell of grass, the pale sight of you

I bat my eyelashes for you one last time

You looked away and ran to the last train to Bastille

Your back is solid, like a foundation for heaven's walls

My love, you're chewing my heart away

There is nothing left of me but tears of pain

Still you walked towards the rusty smell of metal