Your Lover

Lay between the bedsheets,
A dark red rose,
And also the body of your lover,
With blood-shot eyes
And a broken nose.

Champagne fairy tales,
The silk borderline,
Laced in black
And drinking bitter-sweet ales.

The body of your lover,
Skin white as snow
With faint rosy cheeks
And the reddest of lips.

Them blood-shot eyes,
Silver and blue,
Fake eyelashes,
Of an asphyxiated hue.

With skin so white,
And eyes so blue,
I can't help but to think,
I'd kill to be you.