Comfort & Mary
He’s good with Kids
That’s the first thing I noticed
He never looked more handsome,
Than when he spoke about what he loved
I could feel the power in his passion
I could feel the depth in him
He’s perfect
I was wrong
When people ask me why I stay
All they see is a coward
I tell them I see the real him
The him only me can bring
The man that loves children
One full of passion and ambition
No man is perfect
I was wrong
In a short while, he changed
At least that’s how I saw it
His passion became anger
Unfulfilled ambition became rage
His stress needed an outlet
I have to be there for him
We could be perfect
I was wrong
She always asks why I forgive him
But she doesn’t know him like I do
She doesn’t see the good that he is
It’s really not his fault
He’s just damaged like me
We are two damaged people in love
How is that not perfect
I was wrong
But why is this love so shameful
Why is it ripping me apart
Why is my love not enough for him
I’m really smart in all except this
That I cant, imagine a life without him
So I always believe him
This is anything but perfect
Oh I was wrong
She says he has a carrot and a stick
He is master, and I’m his slave
So he dotes on me too well
That I forget about the stick
So every strike is my fault
Till he wears down my identity
I laugh, she’s a drama queen
But I know she’s right
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