“

He is a bad boy who listens to French music
and draws glamourous buildings.
Words of romance
is leaking from his mouth. 
He is the celebrity I want
to wake up in bed somewhere in Paris.

In a petite and pretty apartment, 
sleeping in lingerie with perfume 
on our sun-kissed skin. 
I let him draw me naked
on the balcony while 
smoking luxurious cigarettes.

And he moans the words; Je t’aime ma chérie..

”

—	Mama, I Am Running Away To Paris by Royla Asghar