There is no replacing a friend
The kind who speaks to you every day
Even just a simple hello or goodbye
Is all they ever have to say
For just knowing they are out there
Remembering that you exist
Makes them the best kind of friend
Whom none could ever resist
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Of all the things
We mend each day
A heart is rather hard
They say
Stitching a heart
Requires patience and skill
A steady hand
And a very sharp quill
Most people flee
From the needle at hand
For they will not agree
With what they don’t understand
And sharp objects
Are never very nice
So a wounded heart
Is often left to suffice
Yet the task of mending
Is actually quite easy
If you can find a person
Who isn’t too queasy
But just how often
Is somebody actually willing
To take a chance
On further heart spilling
Most would rather
Just let things be
Because mending a heart
Isn’t easy you see
It may seem simple
To the mender
But not for the person
Who must surrender
Matters of the heart
Are never quite clear
And that’s just the way it is
My dear
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Once again
She gulps down the pain
Forcing back the tears
Trying to refrain
Because love is worth
A river of tears
Especially if you overcome
All those miserable years
She knows she must stay strong
And not give in to defeat
Because she loses so much
When she decides to retreat
And with fresh determination
She’ll face each new day
Overflowing with fortitude
She’ll never go astray
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Blissful
Happy
And sometimes sappy
Weird
Strange
Never deranged
Interesting
Bizarre
Amazing the way you are
Nerdy
Dorky
Devotedly quirky
Witty
Funny
Never to be outdone-ee
Devoted
True
Positively perfect you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Pulsing flashes
In lunar blue
Reminds me of nights
Spent with you
The electricity surges
And the sparks fly
With no known method
To quantify
A pensive mood
Brings your essence near
As the reflection of your face
Ignites a tear
Another sporadic flicker
Illuminates the sky
Reviving untold memories
Of you and I
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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