Sometimes, I forgot that I have a father.
I forgot that I owe my life to him.
—to where I am right now.
Sometimes, I want to blame him.
His family suffers because of what he did.
He cheated on my mother and he left us behind.
But hating my father brings no good to me,
It tamper my life more.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
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