Poem (august 6th 2017)

When I was a child

I wanted to be a writer

When I was a teenager

I wanted to be a writer

Now here I am

Wanted (dead or alive) to be a writer

Being a poet can be dangerous

You name unknow feelings

You unfold your own soul

To give more than you have

You say beautiful things

In Exchange for love

But all you got

Is a broken heart

And sad dreams