Words cannot express
Everything you are
I’ve loved you forever
Even from afar
And on those days
That are cold and bleak
It’s you that I miss
You’re the one I seek
I cannot deny
The things I feel
It’s you that I love
These emotions are real
You’ll always be there
Concealed in my heart
The place where we never
Have to be apart
© 2019 Michelle Cook
He was the grantor
Of wishes
And the bearer
Of love
He was the giver
Of affection
And the maker
Of dreams
He was the bestower
Of kindness
And the producer
Of happiness
But most of all
He was the keeper
Of her heart
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; The keeper of her heart
One thing I’ve never done is written anything for obvious reasons. Everything I write has a much deeper meaning, and few people are privy to the real interpretation. And in a way, that is so much more satisfying to me because there are things I don’t want to have to explain to the world. My true self is hidden somewhere within the words that scatter across every page I write. All those cryptic words… most reminiscent of days long ago when the seasons couldn’t change fast enough; when life took me by surprise every goddamn day, messing with my heart and soul. Seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it really wasn’t, or was it? Those who think they know me, are only fooling themselves. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? ~M
Filling in the gaps
Life does have its ways
Often sending rays of hope
Even on the darkest of days
And when those unexpected beams
Spread warmth across our faces
It’s happiness we see
And love which embraces
Those gaps no more
A bright sunny future instead
Everything we’d hoped for
Depressive thoughts now dead
If only we could bottle sunshine
And keep it for the days of despair
We’d never be tormented
By even the smallest thought or care
Instead we look for those rays
Hopeful they’ll find us in the dark
For the tiniest amount of hope
Leaves such an impressionable mark
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Searching the depths
Of the starry night sky
Arms reaching out
With tears in her eyes
And yet once again
There was no reply
So she made her last wish
And said a final goodbye
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her.
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