Sitting in that old car wondering how it went so far
All those summer moons ago
Drinking fast and loving slow in and out of your best friends bar
Thinking all we had was gold
In your best friends bar
I met you at last call
Bambi eyes and high school shorts
Your little belle of the ball
Playing the ball right in your court
In the back of your best friends bar
I was a flame and you were a spark
Fire was raging and your hands were caging
Like when you played your video games
Burned out nothing left but the dark
in your best friends bar
Winter was fast but you were even faster
Hearts broke in wind and in your sails
Our fire couldn't last something we couldn't master
It all came down, in its rain and hail
I heard it come down
In your best friends bar
ESTÁ A LER
Beat Poetry
PoesiaModern 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...
