In the darkness wherever your eyes shine the light
That's where we go missioning into midnight
I'm free when the music tells my mood
And you're real like the boy in the book
You belong to the sounds of the night
You belong to the dreams we had in sight
You belong to us you belong to me
You belong to all the times we got high
In the daylight wherever we feel it's too bright
I call your name and we're like dimmers for tonight
You're a dream somethings can't be explained
Like I used to wonder if this time was unclaimed
You belong to the sounds of the night
You belong to the dreams we had in sight
You belong to me you belong to us
You belong to all the times we got high
This is her
She has wings to take flight
Like white fire burning through the sky
All the star showers land in pitch leather lands
This is him
Velvet drops in his eyes
Like a magnet they pull all of the night
Too dark, they shine, too wild they light.
You belong to us, you belong to me.
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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...
