If it hadn't been for you,
He would've been mine.
If it hadn't been for your wicked smile,
He wouldn't have been all eyes.
If it hadn't been for that red on your lips,
It would've been mine he had kissed.
If it hadn't been for that red on your hips,
He would've drove me home that night.
If it hadn't been for the parties of flowing Moët you took him to,
He would've remembered me.
If it hadn't been for your insatiable appetite for games,
He wouldn't have lost himself to arms that were neither mine nor yours.
If it hadn't been for that scarlet kiss you planted on his cheek that stormy night,
He would've been alive.
And in the morning,
when the dew had sunk past the leaves,
Like the way a world without him had sunk the ship that had my heart,
You wore red
And I wore black.
NOTE
They say,
" There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same one again"
With love,
@TheVioletSaviour
Dedicated to my muse ,
Amy Winehouse
in "Back to Black ".
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