A little death around the eyes
Tears of youth when she cries
Darling broke her heart under the flaming sky
When the palm trees lined her dreams
And the Cadillac engine roared her to sleep
And she's too sweet to taste
And she's too pretty to be kissed
But it hurts her enough
Because she's to beautiful to be loved
A little wine on her lips
Baby likes her vine and likes to be kissed
In the summer days, on the winter nights
When you're cooled off and she burns alive in those dreadful fights
And he's too sweet to taste
And he's too pretty to be kissed
But it hurts her enough
Because baby's too pretty to be loved.
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Beat Poetry
ΠοίησηModern 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...
