This Vow Poem by Liz Bitelove
This Vow
you call me beautiful but you think i am stupid though.
you find that i am of no use to you but only to rob steal and abuse.
the scars go deep within that i am not missing him.
you say i am beautiful but why o why are you so unmerciful.
.in killing me while i am been down and not around.
keep me near and hold that fear of never finding
your way out this so called vow that i find foul.
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