December 10, 2010
Echo that her heart hid by a hallow cry
To her it’s a long road of sorrow,
She called for help and all the rest unknown,
But all that was said back was a "sorry echo."

"Echo for the situation she was in,"
Invisible, scared, and unknowingly risky,
"Passionate, ignored," as one was to expect,
Hoping for one day a caring hand.

Give love if you are given love,
Use it for only good, no evil what so ever,
Use as one is to know.
The cry out is not a song.

But it feels like she’s singing," dear echo," no one hears.
All she can do is help her,
All she can do is depend on her,
She cry’s no more.

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bigdreamer14 said...
Jan. 5, 2011 at 12:32 pm
Love the "&quot." Something very rare but used cleverly in this piece. also, instead of "cry's," put "cries"... unless u meant to do that. Take a look at some of my work as well, expecially my book Average and You Just Don't Know Part I and Part II.
Shminkanator5000 said...
Jan. 5, 2011 at 7:38 am
I really liked this poem! I'm glad you can draw inspiration from other poetry, it shows that you show a large interest in the field. If you have a moment, can you check out some of my work? It's much appreciated.
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