I met you in a riot in 1969
You were crossing the laws lines
And you had the new age look in your eye
And I caught it because we were born of the same time
I had those flowers in my hair
Daisies and lily white tears
I knew that this would be the last
But you baby, you went so fast
I loved you in the seasons of '69
Through each struggle that was rife
I had your curls in hand
You said baby that change was strife
I had your records on repeat
Every summer, every winter it stays on beat
And I try to remember what we fought for
It don't mean a thing if I lost you
To the world that's still at war
And they took my baby for the law
I had a memory of you and I
Swaying as Hendrix strummed at Woodstock
I lost you in the end of '69
I had those flowers in my hair
Daisies and lily white tears
I hand your curls in hand
You had my waist in your arms
I let you go and was left with ruby hands
I met you in a riot in 1969
You were crossing the laws lines
And you had the new age look in your eye
And I caught it because we died of the same time
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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...
