It's a solid object hanging in the room
Tense words...

Batman will not rescue me
He tries...

Dear little girl,
With your naturally pretty waves singed straight...

Depth dies
Shallowness succumbs...

There's always something whispered in the breath
before a kiss...

He tells me I'm my own worst critic...
But how can I see past my own imperfections...

When my fingers are interlocked with his
Peace consumes me...

I think I fell in love with your nose
I know this is quite strange...