Bonita ballad

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I remember the night you walked in, in your heels
Your stilettos echoed and your red skirt jittered
Your moves were strong and you did not keel
They thought it was your Ouzo, and the crowd nattered
As I dowsed in your grooves when you danced on the floor
I saw the little drop in the corner of your eye
That smeared your mascara, you could hold no more
Oh Bonita! My heart ached; you know it’s not a lie
It was then that you stepped closer to the man in black
You put your arm on him and his on your waist
It hurt but I was dazed as you Jived with Billy Mack
Till I could see no more and ran out in haste
As the door shut close and the music died
I knew you would dance and dance till you sweat
An inept lover I was, I hid my face and cried
I gave you those tears, how I wished we never met

(P.S Bonita is a Spanish word which means ‘pretty’)

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Many call me a feminist, a rebel! But I consider myself a 'Humanist'. I had my own phases of sorrow and challenges, but I still believe the world around can be changed, can be made beautiful for All! I love to express my thought and belief through my poems and essays and hope to make a difference in the readers' mind. I aspire to publish my work someday.
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It looks straight out from a beautiful movie:) Good one:)