There once was a boy
A curious thing he was
A keen eye for what he saw
A curl on the mouth
A twinkle in the sky
He was a wondrous thingI passed his way some time
Among the roses and thorns
There he survived and told me some words
That held on tight to the air of the night
"A man in love is a dangerous thing.
If he is to be loved,
heaven should commence
and if he's to be betrayed
then it's in his own hell he lays."The words chilled the air of its warmth
And to my own I asked the boy
Of how he could say the words
And in his face, I saw her gaze
The turn of her lips resting on his
The stars of her eyes piercing hisAnd then among the roses and thorns
There I realized that this boy
Of curious instinct and wondrous nature
Was once such a dangerous thing
A man in love
Of which afterlife he succeeded
Is still unknown
Yet in some moons
He would make the Angels jealous
And in some Suns
His temper made the Devil's winkAnd still he roams
From the stories of long ago
And he's been told to girls both young and old
"A man in love is a dangerous thing.
If he is to be loved,
heaven should commence
and if he's to be betrayed
then it's in his own hell he lays."
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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...