Blue Roses

Black diamonds, blue roses,
perfume that smells like amber,
fades around midnight,
when bright stars shine through the dull clouds.

Around the mass of dust,
surrounding old lungs,
there are hearts hiding,
that beats like broken syntax.

With messy minds, neat vodkas,
dreams of mountains that smile.
Spending nights writing soliloquies
about cheap medicine.

Rain falls down,
black circles around eyes.
Girls are prettiest when they cry,
that’s why the world makes them so sad.

In a haze, drinking by a fire,
covered to death in sunshine.
Black diamonds on girl necks,
blue roses smell like amber.