Someday
we'll soar the joy,
Drying the pain
and sleeping with fame.
Someday
we'll be brave,
The noise will whisper
we are great.
Someday
the chaos will end-
Our story will be screamed
for the second time.
Someday
we'll be noticed,
Someday
We'll be released from the den of being unknown.
-roseesesch
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
