Poems from brokenpoetofdreams
What I don't know: I don't know who I am. I don't know where I'm going, or who I want to be. What I do know: Poetry is beautiful. Poetry is humanity stripped down to its core. Poetry is what dreams are made of. And I want to live that dream.
My life
My heart
My story
Broken sidewalks
Abandoned buildings
Shattered glass
Broken minds
Abandoned children
Shattered hearts
My...