charlotte marie peachey Poems

Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
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im unclean
so much dirt ive never seen
lies and decet covered by laughter
people tell me to stop being a marter
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At the funeral they cried,
So much sadness pouring out, it was a surprise
To know they’d hated her whilst she was still alive.
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Only bikers and servicemen had 'em at one time
Nowadays 'respectable' people have them
Hell, Roseanne & Cher have 'em on their behind
Poor Man's art collecting is what I call it
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my daughter that fell asleep gone but never forgotten

Pain and suffering is to its end in this child's life
We shall not weep for this child, for she is now in a place of beauty
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i wanna be a woman that you love
i wanna be the woman you adore
i wanna be the woman that tells you 'i love you more'
i wanna be the woman that you treat nice.
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i was waiting for you
to come home from work
i was dressed up and
i had no underwear on under my skirt
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i hid my hand behind my back
so no-one else could see
the blood and tears have stained my skin
the guilt burns holes through me
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love is like oxygen
you cant live without it
we only need one thing
and that is men
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i walked in on you
as you stood there
staring at a body on the floor
i shouted what did you do
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