I make life sweet
Turn stormy clouds into cotton candy
Headaches turn into surprises
I make the darkest days my "aesthetic"
This is what it means to survive
I've taught my tongue to forget bitter
Taught my scars to turn into "cool tattoos"
Forgot the meaning of defeat
Sometimes I remember bitter
Sometimes I remember pain
But I have black girl magic
I make life sweet
My heart has been broken many times
Quite an interesting mosaic
Sometimes my eyes turn into fountains
Even then I make life sweet
I've recruited pain into a personal trainer
Made an art display of my troubles
Yes, Yes I make life sweet
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Moonlight ( A collection of poems)
PoesiaMy collection of recent poetry and older poems as well. Updated sporadically :) Contains mature topics
