Poems On Broken Dreams Novels & Stories

Chapter 14. First Step to make it Reality Either it was a dream or dream turning into reality. Denzel was afraid to open his eyes. He thought it will break once he opens his eyes. He never imagines one day he would spend his life the way he was spending now. With care, love, happiness surrounding him.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

In my dreams you used to dance, It's funny how I can't think of smiling anymore when our fates are meant to be separated. Words unsaid left withered on dry lips and steel tongues, Tears brace skin, like the sea braces the shore. My definition of home' was with you, But now I rummage the streets like a tramp. Hoping to fall asleep before I fall apart, Silently, I turn off the car lamp.

I couldn't help but wonder if the pain I felt was the price I had to pay for daring to love and to hope. As I sat there, shattered and broken, I couldn't escape the truth that reverberated within my soul. The road ahead was paved with challenges and heartbreak, but I had to find the strength to endure. With each passing moment, the resolve within me grew stronger, fueled by a determination to rise from the ashes of my shattered dreams.

Pale blue — like the sky I used to dream of touching. I smiled. For now, I'd sleep. But I wasn't broken.

Lost in thoughts that swirl and twine, A tapestry of yours and mine, A tale of love and shattered dreams, Of innocence lost in silent screams. With pen in hand, I lay it bare, The ache, the hurt, the unanswered prayer, Words flow freely, a healing balm, As I capture the storm in silent calm. In each line, a piece of my soul, A story of love that took its toll, Dance of shadows, a play of light, A journey through the endless night. So let me write, let me release, The pain that seeks a sense of peace, For in these words, I find my way,

Even if I had to crawl, I would get to them. Even if I had to fight through every guard in Dark Heart Even if I died trying. Because I wasn’t broken yet. And I never would be broken Not while they were still out there. Not while they needed me.

Exhaustion settled in, not just from the physical journey but from the emotional toll of confronting my shattered illusions. With a heavy heart, I rose from the mossy rock, leaving the riverbank behind. The echoes of my tears lingered in the air, a haunting melody that resonated with the profound shift in my destiny. As the first light of dawn illuminated the forest, I disappeared into the shadows, carrying the weight of my broken dreams, seeking solace from the storm I had unwittingly unleashed. In the quiet solace of the night, I contemplated my next move. The once vivid dreams of becoming Luna had crumbled, replaced by the harsh reality of deceit and betrayal.

' "Wind and willow, come take me back to where the worlds meet, and bring me fractured to the sea, let my soul carry me to places and shores where my eyes will never see. Tarry me there and everwhere, let my soul search forever, never resting, always yearning, broken and dreaming of the things I'll never have. Rain and snow, wash from me the powers within me and keep me ever wanting, always needing something more, for my soul is lost in yonder waters. Darkness over light, never ceasing and always growing, take me further into your embrace, hiding and holding all dear to me, broken like shards of glass. Never gather unto me, powers and pleasures of this world. Hide from me the treasures of m

Justin breathed, his voice low and fierce, “is to let them ruin that little beautiful dream you’ve carried throughout these years.” The words broke something inside me. I had so many dreams, countless ones, but none had ever come to life. They slipped through my fingers every time, leaving me with nothing but empty hands and aching hope. And now? The only dream I had left was us. Would I ever get to live that dream? Would he be strong enough to carry it with me? Or would the world, cruel and merciless, take that away too?