Echoes
A teardrop, it falls
As the moon rose, he falls
Under the shadow
Of someone so shallow
He was not quite sure
He could get up at all
Echoes
Of loud beats of sound
They echo through ears, tearing away her fears
Forgetting the words
She said to him earlier
Echoes
Things echo around
And sometimes, things will be broken
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Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
