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
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He doesn’t listen
and seems not to care.
Or is he just clueless
perhaps unaware?
I stomp my feet
I get so mad.
I think he likes it
when I’m sad.
This pattern of life
is frustrating as hell.
I just wanna shake him
and break the spell!
Surely he hears me
as he sits in his chair,
resembling a zombie
with a half-baked stare.
Do I have to dance naked,
would that bring him out?
If you knew him
even you would doubt.
He just doesn’t see me
and I’m always right here.
Being invisible
is what I most fear.
Tell me please,
what shall I do?
I’m being dismissed
like a worn out shoe.
I bet every woman
has faced this kind of day.
We should all just vow,
to go our own way.
Maybe we’d all get noticed
if their beds turned cold.
Weeks without sex,
would surely get old.
Don’t worry though, I’m fine!
Cause I just don’t even care.
I’ll wait and see how he likes it
when I stop washing his dirty underwear!
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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Across the room
There you were
Nothing much
Just a big orange blur
Upon further inspection
You came into clearer focus
Suddenly blooming within my mind
Like a budding crocus
An unexpected delight
You captivated my mind
Why didn’t I notice before?
Why was I so blind?
And I’ve realized now
Just how ignorant I’ve been
For your beauty was always there
Hidden within
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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