Certain people…

friends

Isn’t it funny how certain people
Seem to make time stand still
There are just those certain persons
Who can give us quite a thrill
And it’s only every so often
That we meet such a friend
And the boundaries of their love for us
Seem to have no beginning or end
We just sort of mesh
In an amazing kind of way
There is never a single moment
Without something to do or say
And when you have a friend like this
You can’t help but want them near
Because it’s such a rare thing
To find a person who’s this dear

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, January 2017

Too late for love

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Night after night
She whispers his name
Calling for him
But it’s always the same

No answer comes
For he’s just an illusion
Created by a mind
Who’s tired of seclusion

So she lays there awake
Against unsullied sheets
Listening to the silence
As only her heart beats

And she thinks of her life
Ever wishing for more
Hoping for a future
To bring all she yearns for

Yet reality sets in
That this could be her fate
And maybe for her
Love is just too late

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Just…

bible

Just pray

These are the words I hear you say

 

Just hope

These are words which help me cope

 

Just love

These are the words sent from above

 

Just trust

These are the words I know I must

 

Just live

These are the words I need to give

 

Just try

These are the words which make me sigh

 

Just be

These are the words which set me free

 

Just let go

These are the words I still don’t know

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, January 2017

You’re always on my mind

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I find myself missing you
Every hour of every day
And time passes so slowly
Because you’re so far away

I try to appear normal
As if all is well and fine
But you’re still there
You’re always on my mind

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Lavender Love

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She just wanted
What he could never give
A life spent together
To be loved and to live

But he could never see
Beyond his own ambitions
Causing her to question
His silent omissions

Still she remembers
The days of lavender love
Those are the memories
She thinks most of

But those were just dreams
Conjured by her naïve mind
And she can’t forget
How he left her behind

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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