Sláinte
To Ceili's cos it's the place to be.
Pouring pints; one, two, three.
All around do not despair;
There will be tunes played from Eire.
Reels and jigs - they are a must, and on this day
In Ceili's we trust.
Creamsicles and car bombs will be poured, just
Knock 'em back and you'll be adored.
'
So as this poem comes to an end,
Dear friends there's one last thing to tend.
All the best will join Ceili's Nation, for
Yet another St. Paddy's celebration.
Sláinte
To Ceili's cos it's the place to be.
Pouring pints; one, two, three.
All around do not despair;
There will be tunes played from Eire.
Reels and jigs - they are a must, and on this day
In Ceili's we trust.
Creamsicles and car bombs will be poured, just
Knock 'em back and you'll be adored.
'
So as this poem comes to an end,
Dear friends there's one last thing to tend.
All the best will join Ceili's Nation, for
Yet another St. Paddy's celebration.
And every time, she goes back to that dark place
A few moments of complete happiness
In love
Entangled
But it was just one night
Hes still in love with his ex
He just wanted sexual relief
He does this to all the girls
Hes not ready for anything serious
He wants to be friends-with-benefits
Every excuse, they always seem to have
And shes left alone, again
Feeling unworthy
Lesser
Praying for something horrible to take the pain away
Left in her mind to figure it out
Scared to ask him if they could be something more
Afraid hell run and hide
Fearful of never living up to his ex-wife
Childhood m
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