Stella

(Verse 1)
In a smoky room, under dim, flickering light,
Stella takes the stage, a haunting sight.
Her voice a melody, smooth and low,
In a red Slinky dress, where sorrow flows.
(Chorus)
Singing the blues, in a jazzy embrace,
Each note a tear on her weary face.
With a drink in hand, she numbs the pain,
Stella sings her heart out in the pouring rain.
(Verse 2)
Her eyes tell stories of dreams that died,
In a dive bar corner, where hope can't hide.
The piano plays, soft and slow,
As Stella sings, where no tomorrow goes.
(Bridge)
Lonely hearts gather to hear her weep,
In every song, her secrets deep.
A life unraveling with each glass raised,
Stella's jazzy blues, like a candle, phased.
(Chorus)
Singing the blues, in a jazzy embrace,
Each note a tear on her weary face.
With a drink in hand, she numbs the pain,
Stella sings her heart out in the pouring rain.
(Outro)
In the dive bar's shadows, her story's told,
A red dress sways, as the nights grow cold.
Stella's jazzy blues, a bittersweet refrain,
A haunting echo, in a world soaked with rain.
About the Creator
Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior
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