It took six oceans, to find the seventh land
Didn't know what it had planned
To find what I was missing
Under the moonlight made for kissing
I am so ever ready for flashing lights
Come day or night, Hollywood forever remains bright
But it's so empty, dancing on my own
Your imprint still lingers in my mind alone
There's no music, just your voice
Can carry this, but what's the choice?
So I keep swimming, swimming to the edge
I couldn't find you, now it's me, so out of your reach
Remember how you promised you'd never jump off that ledge
You can still find me, wrapped up on the seventh beach
It took six oceans, to find the seventh man
Standing alone under the palm trees with an open hand
I couldn't reach him under the heavy sky
Till he brought a star down
On my hair it rests like a crown
But where did he go, bounded out of the border line
But it's so empty, dancing on my own
Your imprint still lingers in my mind alone
There's no music, just your voice
Can carry this, but what's the choice?
So I keep swimming, swimming to the edge
I couldn't find you, now it's me, so out of your reach
Remember how you promised you'd never jump off that ledge
You can still find me, wrapped up on the seventh beach
I was the gentle waves,
You were the stormy blue
Till you jumped so deep
And I turned so dark blue
You couldn't find the land
I was resting there so safe
Still loving you in my own way
Threw so many handfuls in
To the ocean that swallowed you
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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...
