I grew up in the shadow
Of the words you left behind
All too sweet, surreal and very out of my mind
Still I couldn't feel anything
But you and the blue
in every line of your existence
I dared to write my song
And have you believe
That I thought you were me
In all the years, you've flitted in between the days, the months
The years
And you land in the same place
That you began
Knowing all too well that I'd love you
No matter what side of the moon you turn to
Red heath, you've shared your blood with me
Found me as a little girl, in my heart
Mind and soul,
There began the world
And I could see the roses you showed to me
It seemed your garden, only I could see
Now the flowers don't smell the same to me
But I still water the roses
What do I do when I've based all my loves on you
To part with you
Is to part with all I've thought was me
To feel you in the simplest things
The ordinary that people miss
What builds inside me starts as a tide
Till waves rise until I'm buried alive
Till I go back to your words
Till I go over them
Like Braille
Like air
Like I'm at the edge
And I can't stop
Red heath, you've shared your blood with me
Red heath, you won't let go of me
Red heath, how do I love
Red heath, who do I love
But I'll seek your shadow
In many men
Red heath, what have you done 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...
