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Tears of Stone

Tears of Stone

Melting iceΒ in a whiskey glass,
Oscillated rings slowlyΒ pass.
Maddening silence, impending doom,
Resonate inΒ heart's heavy gloom.

Pickled by a briny past,
A bit 'o salt for tequila blast.
Melancholy to the very bone.
Finding comfort inΒ a tinklyΒ tone.

Sorrow drowned in amber cask,
Painted smile on Harlequin mask.
HideΒ feelings like shame,
No one wants to take the blame.

Sway toΒ music by hair 'oΒ dog,
Keep hurt in oblivious fog.
Harden a heart, no feelings shown,
Till you cry tears of stone.

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sparrowsong

Hello Poetess...

I never understood why people who are depressed drink alcohol to make them feel better when it's a depressant...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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FRANTIC FREE-VERSER

Hi poetess darkly yes youve done it again.
i relate so much.
great inking.

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laura paris

Thoroughly love the rhymes and the concept! Many thanks for sharingΒ 

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Jack Ellison

BRILLIANT! Wish I could write like you Lisa/Linda!!! Lovesies, Happy Jack XOX

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Marie Swann

I really love this! Wonderful write xx

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Simon Bromley

Your word usage and stories are just pure skill. Β Very talented.

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Marion

All of the above and...more. Well done xx

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Bradford

Beautiful as always miss poetess , rockΒ 

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