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

All the silence does not mean
You are alone,
It is the world waiting for you
To listen;
And in the darkness you are
Found by the light
Of your hope.

And in the tears of your
Pain you are born,
There you become stronger
And it creates order.

Pick up your flesh as your spirit
Lifts,
And speak your happiness
As if the tip of your tongue
Was the mountain's peak
Speaking at the sky,
The burden is a caged bird
And only the conscious can set
It free.
And sing to yourself so that
You know you are never alone
In your body.

Know that your crazy is beautiful
Because it makes you YOU,
Wear your skin like
Your cozy blanket and cuddle
In the warmth of yourself.
     You are not broken,
But scattered like the night
With pieces like stars shining,
    Open your pain and yourself
To the wound of the world and heal
Whatever you choose.

the sun has gone down
on the last days of the run
ending all her fun