StrongA Poem by DuaaWhat does being brave even mean ? Suffering the pain or standing against it ?We think we're strong We think we're capable Of anything and everything What we dont know is That the strongest walls Crack overtime. The greatest ships Sink overnight. Nothing lasts forever Nothing but memories Nothing but scars But alas, even they disapear Go away, fade. Overtime. The scars on our bodies But not the ones on our minds. No. Never. © 2014 Duaa |
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Added on December 9, 2014 Last Updated on December 9, 2014 Author |