Life is What you Make it
Life is what you make it
We live on borrowed time
But if life is what we make it
Then it’s time that I make mine
Hide your sorrow in your pocket
To prepare for rainy days
Wear your laughter in a locket
For the times your happy frays
I promise you’ll find happiness
Like a flower on your chin
But you’ll also live with loneliness
if you choose to let it in
See, we have to know the darkness
To appreciate the light
Like a night that’s black and starless
to await a new sunrise
Your time is what you make it
Like I’ve said to you before
So be careful how you spend it
For there’s so much to live for
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I'm a Grad student now studying Biochemistry and Biophysics (not sure how I got there). I guess I've been using this site for nearly 8 years now though sometimes I went years without writing much of anything. I write what I feel and I write what I need to let go of. Sometimes I write about a dream or a nightmare I had, If I can tell the difference. I fell in love for poetry in high school and continued to write in college. I hope to publish a book someday as well (leave a comment if a poem speaks to you). P.S. My Instagram is @CottonCandyPoems
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