Rusty metal, rotten wood,
What to see? What to find?
A broken home, a spoiled dream,
But feelings that I can't define.
Historical, the piece lying here,
Along this old, broken road;
And the cobwebs, they tell much more
Than all the stories ever told.
YOU ARE READING
Something New
PoetryWINNER: Challenge Prompt for Day 2 and Day 9! ~~~~~~~~ 30 poems. Short, little poems. Each with its own theme. All original. All inspired. All filled with a piece of me and therefore beautiful in their own right. My entires for the @WattpadPoetry a...
