I waited and waited
Yet he never did come
Seems my taco telepathy
Had finally been outdone
Apparently he found another
So much prettier than me
And now she’s the only one
He’s been longing to see
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Taco telepathy
Your smile is like a September sunrise
The warmth of it permeates to my very core
And with every amusing expression you give me
I can’t help but want you more
Butterflies appear out of nowhere
Whenever you’re around
And sometimes I’m afraid you’ll disappear
If I dare breathe or make a sound
You’re like a wonderful dream
Seeming too perfect to actually be true
But my hope is that all my September’s
Will now be more resplendent because of you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: September sunrise
She heard him stumble in
Smelling of smoke and cheap wine
It was half past two
And he had crossed the line
She’d been sound asleep
In such peaceful repose
Then he staggered in
And began licking her toes
She tried to be nice
Even gave him a quick wink
But she was tired of his shenanigans
Whenever he would drink
So she rolled right over
And ignored his advances
He needed to learn
There were only so many chances
© 2018 Michelle Cook
*This is Petunia’s side of the story, you can find Peter’s here.
Many loves
She did find
Ever existing in
The hopeless kind
Hearts scattered
Far and wide
None of them ever
By her side
Fond remembrances
Of what couldn’t be
Heart still breaking
Wanting free
Empty reflections
Left in the mirror
Hidden behind
One final tear
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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