Summer nights seem so long ago
Your voice floating in the air heavy
Cashmere taste and that velvet rope
Turning cards inside out on the table
Flicking through those Polaroids
When you wore your white tennis shoes
Dropping tabs and fountain full of wishful coins
Cruising through some another boulevard or two
You hum your lullaby like [mmmmmm]
I'm caught between your eyes [ahhhhhhh]
Cherry cola bullet smokes [mmmmmm]
Your final kiss goodbye [laaaaa ahhh]
They'll be those noons some days
Raining all your colors away
I'll take a bath in the moonlight
Christened by the stars that shine so bright
And when I play that song for two
I'll sing a solo, a tribute to you
When I wore my white tennis shoes
To play a game with you
You hum your lullaby like [mmmmmm]
I'm caught between your eyes [ahhhhhh]
Heavy hearts carry heavy lies [mmmmmm]
Remember who we were in those frames goodbye [mmmmmm]
I take them out, snap by snap
Wondering how they became yesterday
When they used to be tomorrow
Hang them all up like streamers
The party is in my head
You're still stuck in my heart
And I can't get you to travel the journey
To where you belong
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
I take them out, snap by snap
And for a moment, we're back there
That record store, south London gore
My hopes too big, your eyes too dark
But for that second, we both adored.
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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...
