Blackout #26

She was quite beautiful like hope.

Blackout #25

The light moved in pleasure with courtly love.

Third time's the charm, my love.

Free is a careless word.

His voice was a siege on her heart.

He and she knew how to forget.

Wordlessly she held on to herself after she fell.

His smile was made of dreams once- buried

Filled with stars makes you feel small sort of like we lost something.

Remember you were worth a lot to him.