white; for dumb bosses
black; for dad
yellow; for a demanding partner
brown; for a pen pal
green: for your eyes
red; for a silky lingerie
pink; for wanting her
orange; for a hungry soul
purple: for a hug
blue; you, yourself, and the blues.
rainbow; for death.
she is leaving tonight..
to a destiny; everlasting..
can not taste tulips..
feel my heart beats; never mind her now..
Manhattan, play the blues till dawn..
she dances alone..dark brown lips..
come back home and astonish the wolf again and again..
her curves sways…satin slim tiny dress..
hazel eyes; sick illusions…
lost in lust, com on over and play it now..
loneliness to sue you..
judged to fade in a desert..
do not be afraid…snakes went to Miami..
will be back with a divorce..
Out of sadness.. Into depression..
Wasting your life; no love in the horizon..
Alternate loneliness and despair.
Can never cry out what so ever;
Even when bleeding, Even once blessed.
Can never shout it: damn it..
Sacrifice your existence, for happiness, if ever.
Is it worth it? are you willing to?
Surely; today at least! Otherwise,
Will you be granted another chance, if ever?
Then, would you answer someone’s whispers:
Till when you can still swallow a life that stinks?
Now, call Dad: Just can not keep on playing the Blues anymore.
Alfonso, will still need to compromise when all that you share with a life time partner is an obligation to pay utility bills and tuition fees?
Is that it? Nights overwhelmed with misery..
No mate.. What is left for a grey-haired after fifty one?
Gotta sing the blues..Yes, but never alone.
Sorry..another thought is worth it.
Silhouette; not gonna happen.
Still, you might enjoy the melody of it…