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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No matter day nor time
He’s mysteriously there
Often presenting himself
As a charming reflection
Or sometimes merely peering
Through airy sheers
As if lost in another dimension
And when I see his hazy image
Forming late at night
Standing casually by the curb
Under that old, misty lamp post
I’m fully convinced
That my delusions
Are fully functioning
As the churning whirls of smoke
Find their way
Over to my door
Each captivating puff
Curling up against my nose
Alighting my senses
With the waft of bygone days
Ones that could never be forgotten
Even though their existence
Is a fallacy in itself
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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The mind is very good
At creating illusions
Fanciful thoughts
Often become our delusions
We genuinely don’t know
And can never really say
If things might’ve turned out
For the better someway
The reality of every situation
Is that sacrifices come with a cost
And sometimes in the hype
We all get lost
Things often seem senseless
When they’re actually for good reason
So we shouldn’t underestimate
The importance of every season
I’m learning this these days
Realizing more as I go
Understanding the things
That I thought I’d never know
Growing and changing
It’s what we all do
And time is the only one
Who knows what we’ve been through
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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