Lola

Her voice was like warm, sticky candy overflowing with adorable nymphete charm She spoke with rapt, intoxicating energy, the sort that compelled you to protect her from harm She smiled in a way that spoke of innocence, that sort of naivety that conceals cunning No one could ever replicate her style of romance A fiery, passionate, heavy, sugary sort of loving She came during summer nights saturated in beer and dying An age of self loathing and morose morbidity Like a moth to a flame, towards me she came flying In her I found an affection filled with naked purity and we shared an affair, obsession burning Lovers lost in a dangerous desire eternally How this sweet young maiden could love me, I never knew I was the bitter disease corrupting her heart Just know that I loved her from the start, I beg of you I loved her even when I threw sand on our flame and tore us apart