ANDY WARHOL
They judge by the colors not the words
Acting like they never heard
I can't love anymore
Broke heart, empty lover, that's the law
If I stay in this picture in all your colors will I be the eternal lover
Strip me down, paint me up, show me off to the world and say I'm your girl.
Tell my story through you
I'm in all the shades of you
Make me immortal in your paintbrush
Show the world, life imitates art
I'll still be the star on your canvas
Art's a universal language
They'll speak of me but they'll talk of you
You're the rage, velvet underground age
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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...
