Its simply very easy.
Kiss them.
Hold them.
Make them feel safe.
Loved.
Wanted.

Then leave them.

Don't call them.
Don't text them.

Then show up out of the blue
With an
"I still love you"
On the tip of your tongue
With another girls Hickeys
Necklaced on your neck.

Keep your distance.
Call them late at night.
Fall asleep on the phone
To them.

Give them hope.
Remind them that
They
Haven't
Moved
On
At
All.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

Breathing innocence,
Abandoned and prior pathos.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

Found, was her nest, but
Lost, was the feather who’d brought her.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

An ear nigh my heart,
And a heart I’d thought dead.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

And so, let the world be round,
And so let the world be perfect.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest.

So many keys to success!
You just have to be at the right door,
There's a bunch of options;just don't be careless,
You might drop your key to floor,
And fail to recover it,
So many keys but specific,
Each individual has their door and key of breakthrough

Empty bottle...tired eyes...thousand of her unheard cries...wondering if relief to die? Stare at ceilings... heartbeat felt...dealing with the cards been dealt...a tangled mind and tangled sheet...trembling hands and unsteady feet...added years meant added fears...could not even count the tears...time seems fast & then seems slow...doesn't know which way to go...or what to do....yet thinking about what could be new...or even true...paralized by possibilities.                   All Rights Reserved * 2016 Cherie Nolan

Sweet summer loving....big balloons in the sky...indigo swirls...and you & I....
...feeling high....so take me there...beyond the pain - against the grain...sailing in our minds...trying to be kind...a path that leads back...cut through on the bias...not being pious -we both want to go...away from where we've been...no time for thinking...the sky is shrinking...this love wearing thin...to begin...to love now before it's too late....get past this state...don't let it slip away....this love gone astray...lassoed in...touching skin...closing eyes... a thin disguise..an unexpected and welcomed bolt from the blue...of love in hearts rekindled new.                                                              Cherie Nolan 2016 *All Rights Reserved

Beautiful day...even though it rained. A Robin flew above my head as I toiled in the dirt....stains and tears in my flannel shirt and quite a song he sang - my feathered visitor in the rain. A tale of our life - simple and humble - minimalistic by your design...never turned others away ... I thought the bird a sign. Every single moment of every single day...was better because you were here. You were the rock on which I leaned upon - who sheltered me from pain..I relied upon you ...admired...respected...and loved you with all my heart. So much like you - as I look at my ***** hands making clean money...I hope you're proud of me. Thank you for the reminder my sweet bird ...I hope to fly away with you one day...just not yet. Finishing my work - the bird finally found his way out - I knew exactly what he was talking about.      Cherie Nolan - 2016 * All Rights reserved

Echoes through my atmosphere are  thoughts of you so far my dear... unattainable like the stars...and painful like these thickened scars...still I hope to meet one day...in fields of heather we will lay.

Listen to you speak...
verbose and way too loud
incessant - speaking at me
or as if I were a crowd.
You often are pedantic..
like a pompous- preachy fool..
who'd really like to think
that he's taking me to school...
when what you fail to grasp
we can't avail No Golden Rule -
'do unto others as you'd have done to you' and this...
might sound upright-
of course...
if you believed it too.                                            
 All Rights Reserved * 2016 - Cherie Nolan