He Called Me
He called me “my wonderful flower”.
He called me “my beautiful princess”.
He was both my love and my lover
Presenting me thousands of kisses.
He left his flower without light.
He left his beautiful princess.
Oh, was it a game or a fight?
I`m sick. I`m going to pieces.
But time will pass and it`ll cure
The terrible wound in my chest.
I know… I know it for sure…
And my scar will be just a zest.
I shall not be anyone`s flower.
I shall not be anyone`s princess.
I shall be light. I`ll be a power
Of good that emerged from dark ditches.
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