Listening To The Stones Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Listening To The Stones
Alone in my apartment, listening to the Stones
I wondered what went wrong
I tried to write you a verse that would made you stay
But I couldn't find the words
You left the apartment early this morning
For you needed to catch a flight
I woke up too late to make yr coffee and eggs
Guessing that you wanted to break free
You went like a thief in the night
Stealing my prized possesion
I rose from my bed and cried in the shower
No one could hear the sobbing through the water
Now, it's the afternoon, as I am still listening to the Stones
Mourning the loss of my everything
So heartfelt LeeAnn. I hope it wasn't Paint it Black. I like the Stones too.
It's no Stone who wrote this! We feel your pain and the open abyss.
The heartache of a breakup is well portrayed in these skillfully written lines.5 stars.
....(cont.) ...I KNOW this wife is a 'keeper',17 years and going strong, though we have our UPS and our DOWNS. : ) bri Nice write!
LeeAnn, My first 3 wives (3 divorces) all told me that I was their prized possession, their 'everything', as they plotted my downfall. This one (4th) calls me a 'little ', so ..(cont.)
Very pathetic lines...touched my heart...my prayers for that bereaved heart dear friend
Sad indeed. I do not think it is your personal experience, though. A well-written piece on the chosen theme
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/22/2025 5:56:35 PM # 1.0.0
LeeAnn, what a sad poem! Everyone can feel the pain. I give it five stars. You did a great job with this one.!