My lovers had no soul
They're ghost only I see
But can't remember names
My lovers had no pasion
They're soaked sheets at night
But distance the next day
My lovers have no heart
They're regret for calling them lovers
But knowledge of never loving them
My lovers are having no peace
They're a wilful hoax for future romance
But stuck with melancholy after ***
My lovers deserve better
They're queens without a throne
But I'm unworthy of feeding them grapes
I'm the worse type of lover