Poem -

Liam Bower

I dont know what to say 
I dont know how to feel
as i think about us 
and how i thought we were real

the times we were alone
the rambling on the phone
till god knows what hour 
And after we hung up
id go take a shower
and think about us together one day
How i'd be Mrs Liam Bower

you were kind and gentle
and treated me well
i'd think about our weddin
and hear the church bells

i'd see those who doubted us
Saying you put yourself first
and that i wasnt safe just because you had a few outbursts
but they weren't aimed at me
they didn't understand 
me and you went hand in hand

You'd always be around 
and i'd always be your girl

Except the times i have to endure the punches and insults that you hurl 
Sometimes it was hard and i would cower
but i knew the man you could be 
the one i spoke to till god knows what hour
so i'll be patient and take the pain
so all our good moments werent in vain
i ignore the fact that you abuse you strength and power
Crush me like a tornado does a tower
like a heavy rain does a flower
because i have a dream
to one day be with the kind and gentle Liam Bower

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