Sometimes I sit alone in a blue fever
I have no fight, I am just a dreamer
Your red ruby 'vette is still parked
In our garden of roses
That you've set alight
Rosemary beads dripping with tears
All the ladybirds scatter the earth
The view always seems sweeter from birth
I kneel down in my delusion
Acting feathery with a heart caught in crossfire
I say a prayer, a solemnity I know you don't hear
I pray you adore me, I pray you adore me
I'm no angel but sweet fruits do lie
To adore a hungry heart
Love is still standing in line
I know the dangers, the fires
These red ribboned touches
It's all I welcome in the face
Thinking "babe but you look so great"
I called your number, I couldn't forget
The galaxy you sparked in my chest
I kneel down in my delusion
Acting feathery with a heart caught in crossfire
I say a prayer, a solemnity I know you don't hear
I pray you adore me, I pray you adore me
I'm no angel but sweet fruits do lie
To adore a hungry heart
I say all the holy words
All your wine that has passed these lips
Won't taste a fruit again
But they'll be stained, stained, stained
To remember I was once
A holy place.
Mmmmmmm
Mmmmmmm
Mmmmmmm
(Adore me mi amor)
Mmmmmmm
Mmmmmmm
Mmmmmmm
(Adore me Salvador)
Mmmmmmm
Mmmmmmm
Mmmmmmm
(Adore me, mi amor)
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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...
