By S. Fouzul Hidhaya
You gave me a scar,
I drew a tattoo on it.
You threw a curse at me,
I turned it into poetry.
You showed me anger,
and I changed it to joy.
You made me fear you,
but I used it to become brave.
You left me all alone in the dark street,
and I took the moon as my companion.
But when you dumped all your hatred on me,
did you think I would love you back?
well yes I did, because
All the painful things that you gave ,have made me stronger than I ever was.
By S. Fouzul Hidhaya
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