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Heartbreakers
Can you hear the soul of it, the silky sound that haunts your mind?
And takes you to a film noir with words that cry of pining hearts?…
Of love betrayed, or kisses spurned, returning to a shaded past
Notes that echo through the night, with salty tears that will not hide
The sultry voice that sings the blues will walk you through the foggy mist
And break your heart with bitterness
Somewhere, there’s a lonely song, about the man who got away
She drinks the words as if alone, dressed in satin, red lips croon
Who does she sing to? Who are those strangers in the room?
The scent of whiskey in the gloom, they drink it straight, in black and gray
The music fills the void with tunes, it rises above the grim despair
It mingles with the nicotine, that circles in the midnight air
Somewhere is a saxophone, and a sobbing clarinet
She’s tearing words from limb to limb
The room is dim…but it’s not for them
The smokey sounds that fill the air
Shots of whiskey....another pair
Heads held low, hidden faces
A place where troubled souls
Find words in old songs
To tell their stories
About deep sorrows
About deep regret
Doesn't matter if anyone is listening
It's just enough to have them sung
Even long after the tears had dried
After they leave this place
All alone in some lonely space
Haunting melody inside a pounding head
Someone still cries
The blues in the night
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In Honor of Michael Falotico's Contest "A Cry Still Heard"
Copyright ©
Carrie Richards
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