This has been revised many times and here it is, this is the first poem I have written that I think is good so don't flame me too badly. Comments are appreciated!
In this world of
Of fragile hearts and broken dreams.
A hopeful heart from neverland,
With dreams of peace that never ends.
Would fly away on a wisp of smoke.
And when that smoke would disappear,
The heart would hit the ground,
Of makebelieves and broken dreams,
And the hopeful heart would ask,
"Where are they now?
I have yet to meet a broken dream!"
The ground would answer somberly,
"Why my child, you are one now.
For you are ripped and torn and bleed!
Therefore you are a Broken Dream."
I know that some of the punctuation and capitalization is off, that was done on purpose.