Why do I keep coming back to this place
A few rounds of heaven and your face
I know what you are, what you're like
It's all that they say, is what I love about you babe
I couldn't let you go,
Even when I feel so far, so alone
If I were with another, it would never suffice
Then why do I feel like I'm so out of time
You're too bad, a little good, misunderstood
Have I loved you too much?
Have I loved you long enough?
I can't bring myself to say that
They don't ring true
Sometimes I feel I've over read you
Always on my mind, you live there, home bound
If I were to force myself to view another
The average, the normal, the mundane
The same, the monotonous, the safe
It does not satisfy, suffice
I would infinitely be yearning
For the man I loved when I turned the page
I loved him then, now and forever
Perhaps the mind is over worked with his name
And yet no matter how far I go
Why do I keep coming back to this place
YOU ARE READING
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...
