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The battle of love…

~ ~M ~ 25 Comments

Oh why can’t we make love instead of war?

Isn’t love supposed to make the world go round?

And if a thing of beauty is a joy forever
Then where is this everlasting joy?

A soft answer surely turns away wrath
But what ends up taking its place?

I’m always hopeful that love will find a way
And yet the journey of a thousand miles must begin with that first step
I wonder… am I really ready to begin that expedition?

I’ve been reminded in recent days of how misery loves company
And a friend in need is a friend indeed
But if opportunity never knocks twice
Then how did I end up here?

Cold hands are supposed to equal a warm heart
So I’ve been looking for the chilliest weather I can find
But I know Rome wasn’t built in a day
And it seems that time is taking its own sweet time

It definitely takes two to tango
And you can’t teach an old dog new tricks
So where in the world does that leave me?

And don’t get me wrong…
I know you can’t win them all
But people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones
Especially since all is fair in love and war

© 2021 Michelle Cook

* Here’s a glimpse of some of my old writing, all the way back from 2016.

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/goodbye-kiss-couple-relationship-1441470/

Raindrops never lie

~ ~M ~ 10 Comments

Raindrops never lie,
and yet still, I wondered why.

I guess I should’ve known
because love is never owned.

But still, I’d wished upon a star,
and it didn’t seem all that far.

Yet that’s the illusion of a dream;
it often looks like an intact seam.

So I ignored the knock of fate,
and by then, it was much too late.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/rain-puddle-water-mirroring-wet-2563986/

The devil in disguise

~ ~M ~ 13 Comments

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Sometimes people cure you
of ever wanting them again
because after enough time,
the realness of them
becomes painfully obvious.

And then it’s hard not to notice,
to see past their ugliness,
to find the beauty deep inside.

And I couldn’t see it anymore,
even though I searched
for years and years.

The disturbing nature
of what I found beneath,
left me wondering if I’d ever
had any sensibility at all.

I am now left in disbelief
of how wrong I truly was.
My overall assessment
was so flawed with personal bias.

But love is blind like that,
and he was the master of deceit.
I suppose he’s summed up best
as the devil in disguise.

© 2020 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/angel-devil-evil-daemon-horror-4198383/