The Naive girl no longer exists, her heart crushed to tiny bits,
Promised herself to never get hurt
"The girl is dead." The judge replied, curt.
She loved with her heart, giving it all
Sacrificed herself, becoming her own fall;
Not left enough to heal,
She became a broken soldier, with ferocious zeal.
The way she changed, no one knew,
Phases of her past, shocking few;
Spiraled around in a maze of emotion,
At the end there was no one, to show her devotion.
So, there she was, changed and burned,
The scars on her back made eyes turn;
There she smiled, so broken yet pure,
The girl fought the world and found her cure.
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What A Poet Thinks
الشعرSometimes words do speak louder than actions; Sometimes thoughts are stronger than the acts expressed; Sometimes, its best to express a few words.... and leave the rest to the unknown.
