On broken wings we spiral down.
Inward to the heart of what we've made.
Broken dreams can't reach us now,
The world is spinning around...
We've abandoned what we knew,
cast it off for something new.
Accept that dreams just don't come true.
Growing up and growing old
Have given us exactly what was told.
Now here we are at the gates
Responsibilities sealed the fates.
We are broken we are mad
But our bills are paid
And our hearts are damned.
YOU ARE READING
Hours gone by
PoesíaAn ongoing collection of poetry covering experiences from high school, through college and into adult life focusing on the most important part of anybodies life, our dreams. No matter what we're doing now we all have something we'd rather be doing w...
