Sweet Regrets

[sasalukac]

He stood above, casting shadow like cold fingers
Your figure stayed planted to the tainted covers
His thoughts go numb while your toxic perfume lingers
A late night spent, but it’s tragic you’re no lovers

[fishingthe_sky]

Not bad, but I'm unsure about the last line. I don't know if we need the late night detail here, as it feels sort of implied. Tragic lovers seems like an obvious trope, though with so little to work with I'm not sure how to suggest altering it to stray away from the language while keeping the concision. Also, should it be "you're not lovers"? That seems to make more sense to me.