Broken Dreams

by Angeleea   Jan 20, 2008


My Broken Dreams
Among All Things
Are What I Lost
That Hurt The Most

My Dreams I Had
Weren't All That Bad
They Were Okay
For Me Anyway

I Cried And Cried
All Though The Night
And Every Time
I'd Die A Little More Inside

So Finally When I Gave Up
My Dreams Came Coming Back
They Weren't The Same
But They Were Ones That Would Stay

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  • 16 years ago

    by Alexander

    It's short but that did not take away the effect from this poem. I really like what you were implying with this piece of work and give you credit for it. You have talent and with a little more work you could go far. 5/5

    Signed,
    Alexander

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