Broken Dreams Poem by Nikita Cheney

I knew a girl who loves things that most people would shun, every man who held her heart, to it only damage they've done,
she still loved them anyway, till every drop had been bled,
she loved them all still when they left her for dead.
She had a dream she kept secretly, locked it away, A silly dream she'd find her love, and be cherished by him one day.
But she knew only dreams is all that they'd ever be, but at least for those moments brief, that dream could set her free.
But when she wakes she remembers, so all the day she crys and she sings, a poor little bird locked in a cage, and with two broken wings....