When I tell you that I was made for healing
Don't tell me love is yet to come
When I tell you I'm here to catch bouquets
That never make it down the aisle
Don't tell me the bells will ring for me once more
When I tell you my love, I was made to play Cupid
and not to feel his bow
Don't tell me that "I'm still so young"
I play my part in each person I become
Friends, foes and lovers all know how it's done
I've been in too many audiences
I know who the movies are made for
and played for
My moon is in Pisces and my Venus is lost
I think it was air but i don't know the cost
Play for me, play for one, play the note that only a solo soul can hum
Keep me in your music alive and well
Under your fingers, the keyboard swells
Say you'll remember me at least,
Say I won't die without this piece
Say there's a Venus for me
Say there's still another hymn for me
When I tell you I keep writing the same songs
Don't tell me no one wants to hear their beat
When I tell you I'm here to bear witness
Don't tell me that you can relate
When I tell you I read the planets and cards
And keep my amethyst with Sylvia Plath
Don't tell me I'm live too much in my head
I play my part in each person I become
Friends, foes and lovers all know how it's done
I've been in too many audiences
I know who the movies are made for
and played for
My moon is in Pisces and my Venus is lost
I think it was air but i don't know the cost
Play for me, play for one, play the note that only a solo soul can hum
Keep me in your poetry alive and fine
Under your fingers, the typewriter cries
Say you'll remember me at least,
Say I won't die without this piece
Say there's a Venus for me
Say there's still another hymn for me
Tell me what's your sun, tell me which planets
Make you come undone
If I read your cards, would they whisper my name
If I looked at the lines on your palm
Would I find all the answers to come apart
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
My moon is in Pisces and my Venus is air
The Aquarian lover looking for souls
on the wrong planet
Nowhere to go, nowhere to stay
Can't live in the reality, the conditions are too unfair
Where does she go, little lost girl,
alien in nature but kindred in spirit
Her bags are packed but she can't find home
Her moon is in Pisces and her Venus is in air
Play for her the note only a solo soul can hear.
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Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
