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Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
I accept you warts an’ all
my heart didn’t see them when it fell
I realise now your a know-it-all
a fact your ever-ready to tell
I finally met my Mr. Right
always ready to fight a cause
remonstrating day and night
didn’t know his first name was always
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Oh for a simple life
free from angst and strife
but maybe I’d be bored to tears
if I had no worries or fears
Do I like been kept on my toes?
What would I talk about if not my woes?
Life has led me a merry dance
Would I pick a quiet one, if I had a chance?
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Betrayal of trust
moment of lust
confess I must
mightn’t see him for dust

I can’t look him in the eyes
the love he can’t disguise
myself I despise
time for no more lies

There’s a baby on the way
I know he’ll say hooray
so I have to tell him today
this game I can’t play

I love him dearly
wasn’t thinking clearly
must clean out debris
forgiveness, hopefully
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Ignored my intuition
lived to regret my folly
let down my inhibitions
he ran off with my lolly

His twisted dysfunctional lies
I believed without question
my emotions he assailed
his lies too many too mention

Won’t give in to resentment
leave disappoint behind me
I’m sure my money he’s spent
my bright future worth every penny

He’s a lesson well learnt
my eyes well and truly open
my fingers badly burnt
he’ll get his comeuppance, I’m hoping
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
My changing landscape
must mellow out a bit
need an escape
head full to the hilt

Trying to be philosophical
and remain logical
life has its own map
things will fall into my lap

hunger for the big, wide yonder
to many thoughts to ponder
claustrophobia setting in
wish I could go wandering

I’ll stop looking for short cuts
stop with the ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’
won’t jump in with two feet
let destiny give me a treat
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Teeth chattering like castanets

fingers coloured bright blue

I’m going to catch my death

this football watching I rue

I swear he’s coming to ballet

he can cringe at men in tights

the pirouettes make my day

his torture, my delight
Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013
Sitting behind the curtain
deep inside hurting

peeping out the window
praying they’d just go

Taunts, jeers, stones
sadness seeping into her bones

What has she done?
nothing, she’s just one

Eggs, yogurt thrown
all her hope flown

already been reported
but harder they retorted

She no longer asks for help
with each new pain a little yelp

She’s drowning in despair
nobody seems to care
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