Category : Poems
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I could blame others
For the wounds that won't close.
I could hate them all
For the scars that won't fade.
But I don't want to be a victim,
'Cause my scars dance...
Over the wounds I put flowers,
Garden for the one who will wait.
Heaven for the one who will love me,
I don't want hundreds of women,
The right one is enough,
To love me the way I can love...