Boys take too much time
In all of their loving
I fall back into the blind
Girls dance slow into the night
In all of their eyes
I cross some seas through their tides
I try to shake it off
Too fast, too slow
Watch em' move
Leanin' to the mood
Stereo siren talking so loose
She's dreaming of a voice
Baby you'll tear them to pieces
Don't try to be funny, my darling
Not everyone loves you like I can
I know your intentions are lovely
Swimming through too many shades
Of you
I cannot help but drown into the shape
Of you
My records on, the nights are howling
There's a Ginsberg in the air somewhere
Cut a move, leanin' to the mood
Stereo siren talking so loose
She's dreaming of a voice
Baby you'll tear them to pieces
Your burn so hot in every summer
I'm afraid to touch
Won't you leave me in the winter
There by the wharf, on a moonless night
I know you there
I hear the melody, calling me like a vice
Steps away from all you care
I let the bay know my beach is here
Swim to me in your hot despair
Boys take too much time
In all of their loving
I fall back into the blind.
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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...
