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Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Perfectly chosen smile

practiced in the mirror

ways that beguile

inside quivering with fear

Eyes that shine bright

special drops to create

constantly flowing at night

in herself, no faith

Abused when a mere child

a friendly face on show

her feelings she learnt how to hide

the true her, you’ll never know
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
You ripped of my skirt

I loved

you called me a ****

I adored

you asked me to talk *****

I obliged

you came, I didn’t

*******
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
“Just a fling,

didn’t mean anything”

family in ruins

you sing the same tunes

Not the first time

you committed this crime

this crime of passion

downtrodden my new fashion

I’ve met someone new

haven’t told you

but then it’s

“Just a fling,

doesn’t mean anything”
cheating
fling
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Wishing my life away, dreaming a dream
buying a lotto ticket, not just me
Imagining a win, the cat got the cream
Ah, pay me mortgage, buy a wee mini
Doing whatever I want, be a scream
A few donations, sort out family
oh wow, my life will be heading upstream
If only reverie was reality
all my old sins, I atone and redeem
old friends out of woodwork , a mystery
Suddenly remembered me, it would seem
Basking in luck, revelling in glory
Ah well, may as well dream here as in bed
try getting into black and outta red
money
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Bloodied lip

fractured hip

his idea of passion

my bones crushing

with each scream

his eyes gleam

my pain

his gain

I’m not submissive

he’s abusive
abuse
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Sometimes angels cry

their souls sigh

wings weigh heavy

they want a bevy

Sometimes angels laugh

at evil’s gaff

not always easy to be good

though they know they should

They were once human

mortal man or woman

so forgive them the lapse days

were all entitled to laze

Punishment when perfection goes

their polishing their halos

next time you see a white feather

you’ll know their doing better
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
From my chin a hair is sprouting

My cracks need a bit of grouting

I’m often seen plastered

This ladylike thing I haven’t quite mastered

But I’m good for a bit of craic

Of laughter there is no lack

I’ve been told I’m incorrigible

But I think I’m loveable

I’m always going to be a rogue

Peoples Achilles heel I have to poke

Sensitive souls mightn’t like my humour

But that might be a nasty rumour

Then again I’m a bit of a divil-may-care

So if you don’t like it stay outta my hair
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