I'm not your curvy woman,
& you're not my handsome beau,
I am not your willful wife,
not a naive Bambi doe,
I'm your favorite hippy chick,
but to you,
I'm just a girl,
I'm not your shiny fiancé,
or your lovely lil' pearl,
I'm not your special lady,
just a pretty gal,
you sometimes call,
I'm just a familiar pal,
to catch you if you fall,
If you want a special lover,
don't call me just a friend,
I'll be there for most anything,
on this you can depend,
But,
I've kissed too many frogs,
I wished too many stars,
I was left behind too much,
it left some open scars,
I'd gladly play this game,
with any other boy,
I want to be "the one" with you
not just a **** toy,
Well maybe stupid cupid,
got careless with his aim,
he hit the wrong target,
either way,
it's such a shame,
I'd really feel much better,
if someone were to blame,
I wanted to be your everything,
to stay,
no matter what,
this is worse than anything,
another bleeding cut,
I'd hold you every night,
I'd like to be your lover,
I wanna be with you,
not only under cover,
I love you more than anyone,
that I have ever known,
I thought you would have seen this,
that this,
I would have shown,
like every tiny seed,
that I have ever sown,
I held my hands with highest hopes,
this time it might have grown,
I wish I could have stayed,
but that seed again,
has flown,
taken away,
today,
gone again,
I'm blown,
My heart is,
just like anything,
it's not something I can own.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
I'm not your curvy woman,
& you're not my handsome beau,
I am not your willful wife,
not a naive Bambi doe,
I'm your favorite hippy chick,
but to you,
I'm just a girl,
I'm not your shiny fiancé,
or your lovely lil' pearl,
I'm not your special lady,
just a pretty gal,
you sometimes call,
I'm just a familiar pal,
to catch you if you fall,
If you want a special lover,
don't call me just a friend,
I'll be there for most anything,
on this you can depend,
But,
I've kissed too many frogs,
I wished too many stars,
I was left behind too much,
it left some open scars,
I'd gladly play this game,
with any other boy,
I want to be "the one" with you
not just a **** toy,
Well maybe stupid cupid,
got careless with his aim,
he hit the wrong target,
either way,
it's such a shame,
I'd really feel much better,
if someone were to blame,
I wanted to be your everything,
to stay,
no matter what,
this is worse than anything,
another bleeding cut,
I'd hold you every night,
I'd like to be your lover,
I wanna be with you,
not only under cover,
I love you more than anyone,
that I have ever known,
I thought you would have seen this,
that this,
I would have shown,
like every tiny seed,
that I have ever sown,
I held my hands with highest hopes,
this time it might have grown,
I wish I could have stayed,
but that seed again,
has flown,
taken away,
today,
gone again,
I'm blown,
My heart is,
just like anything,
it's not something I can own.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Not about anyone in particular, this is a poem of reflecting past & others. Idk? Thoughts truly appreciated : ) ❤
Hope you are all well many hugs & thanks. Still dealing & surviving- this hectic life, much deep loss, political catastrophe & bracing for Winter's bone here. - Peace - ❤ Vermont
