My Señorita

by Wayne Wysocki

Mexican moon be bright,
Fill all the stars with light,
Shine down on my señorita;

Mexican mountains high,
Holding the velvet sky,
Sparkle for my señorita;

Mexican hearts be gay,
Bring your guitars and play
Music for my señorita;

Mexican melody,
Say that I'll always be
In love with my señorita.



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Art by bentanart.deviantart.comn

Somebody Else's Turn

by Wayne Wysocki

You hurt me and left me alone

With a heart that's too broken to yearn,

Then you called me and said on the phone

You were sorry and you'd return.

No thank you, I said, that's enough,

A moth in a flame has to learn;

And your heartbreaking love is too rough,

Now it's somebody else's turn.

Now somebody else will desert me,

Seems the people I love always do;

Now somebody else, dear, can hurt me,

But it's got to be somebody new.

Forget about me, we are through,

My future is not your concern;

I'll get hurt, but it won't be by you,

Now it's somebody else's turn.

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Photo by scary-girl-next-door.deviantart.com

October Wind

by Wayne Wysocki

Your eyes of brown
Watched leaves of brown
Ride the cool October wind,

And your lips of red
A poem said
To guide me, should I go,

Then I flew away
Like the leaves at play,
But came to miss you so;

Now it's autumn,
And I return
To you and the October wind.


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Art by irinalara.deviantart.com

High Flyer

by Wayne Wysocki

The man on the flying trapeze,
Who loved eating chili and cheese,
     Could travel much higher
     Than anyone prior
With help from a flatulent breeze.


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Jules Léotard. Photographer unknown.

My Heart Betray

by Wayne Wysocki

Betray, betray, my heart betray!
You beat so loudly she might hear,
Then she would know I love her so;
I wish my heart would disappear
And seek no thrill from Cupid's dart.

Betray, betray, my heart betray!
You let me love who loves me not;
You never catch me when I fall,
But only taunt me once I'm caught.
For once be still, betraying heart.


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My Strength

by Wayne Wysocki

As the fence doth guide the rose
And support it as it can,
Thy love for me
Will always be
The strength behind the man.


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Art by SqueakyWheel93.DeviantArt.com

A Place Called Oblivion

by Wayne Wysocki

I live in a place called Oblivion,
Its location matters not;
You'll not recall or think at all
Of this forgotten spot.

But this is where you left me
When you and I were done,
And here I dwell, an empty shell,
While you are having fun.

I know your frequent fancies
Should have clued me from the start
How easily your love for me
Would vanish from your heart.

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