a heart shaped pool of warmth and affection
love between the lines of separated embers
singularity of a young paramour in love
with an illusive apparition of deceased gal

self-hate embraces her body like a flame
atop the candle made of contrite paraffin
of grief, odium and disgrace in one person
as the wax was slowly melting, she dissipated

but the lover never stopped loving his dame
knowing there are no places to visit anymore
he stayed where he lives, smiling upon future
knowing that his maiden is living a happy life

howbeit the girl shuts down, missing the point
a self-hateful black hole trying to **** itself
unluckily going nowhere, regreting for everything
they have ever done to people and themselves