Echoes

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Echoes of a broken heart,
And memories of a friend.
Hot sparks of a young romance
Bore flame upon the end.

Kisses so tender and sweet,
Embraces, oh, so warm.
You said you would stay with me,
And keep me safe from harm.

Lately I've been thinking of you,
Thinking more and more.
We could have gone forever, babe,
Of that, I'm very sure.

Being here without you, now,
It hurts me very deep.
But God won't give you back to me,
So I'll sit here and weep.




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Awwww! This is a really touching poem! It's short, sweet, and well written. I must commend you for rhyming. Although it's not always necessary to make a good piece, you worked well with the words, so that it rhymes, while not sounjding forced. Nice work!

My favorite stanza is

Kisses so tender and sweet,
Embraces, oh, so warm.
You said you would stay with me,
And keep me safe from harm.


I definately like that one the best. I can't really explain why.
You have been adressed by the Lady of the Dragons, lol




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This poem makes my heart soften and my smile spread. (: It is very sweet good job(:!




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Thanks, guys (: I appreciate it so much. That poem was also written out of my raw emotions, over my ex who passed away in June. Also, my piece "Silence" was about her as well, if you want to check that out. (:



It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien