She met him south of the border in Durango,
She was hot and boy could she fandango!
She said at a glance
"Señor like to dance?"
“No”, he replied, “But I would love to tango!”

May 16 2018
10:53 PM

Tonight, I listened to a song for the first time
Funny how I can guess what the next lyrics are
Maybe, in the so-called dictionary
The word, "Needs" is the only one that rhymes with the first line

Tonight, I listened to a music album
Have not listened to the artist for quite some time
Oh! How their new songs carry the melody/tune of their old songs
Guess, because they came from the same artist

Cannot publish the same poem thrice
The site is under maintenance
Is this what I get for writing poems so much
Should the site expect my repentance?

Listening now to Frusciante
I can hear the subtle phone ring in the recording
Or was it just the guitar strings ringing
Guess, it teaches me how to pay more attention

The chorus is now on repeat
The voice becomes deep, it fades and the guitar parts rise
The lead parts is where I find my peace
Don't know where to listen

Do I listen to the voice, instruments, or the whole song
If I do the latter, then I will miss the others

When you see her ,
Don't tell her  not  a day goes
by without you think about her
When you see her,
Don't tell her she was the girl who
you thought was everything you ever asked for
That she showed you true love
The one that made you forget why
You had hurt so many others before her
The one who later on made your tears bounce off walls when it was over
When you see her run away
She does not deserve  to relive the pain
Dont make her eyes turn into thunderstorms
You've brought enough tears to her eyes
When you see her don't knock at her door
You're no longer welcomed
Her doors are locked
You no longer hold the key
Inside hold her tears and memories left behind
When you see her do not talk to her
You words were knives to her
You turned her heart into a graveyard
You left her broken promises
and damaged feelings  
She is learning to survive without you
When you see her
do not welcome her with a smile
For she is no longer yours to hurt