Flame so high they burn cruel
I can't remember when they hit true
The last times were always with you (mmm)
Reflections melting into the dew
That's how I fell in love with you
You're an endless summer noon
I bathe in your breeze (mmm)
Poets write the words you choose (la la la)
Denting me like the craters on the moon
You're not that kind of cool
More like a fire burning blue (mmm)
You tell me it's all good
Do you want a fantasy
Let's pull out tabs, get lost and loose
Drummer boys, ballads and blues
It's all so strange when I'm with you
Let's dance to slow rock in soft motion
Get lost by your eyes in the ocean
Feel like I do when I play your muse
I act so strange when I'm with you
It's that good kinda strange, kinda you
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...
