You can’t erase a feeling
It’s like lying to your soul
Everything you feel
is a product of the whole
The sum of our emotions
remains buried deep inside
Sometimes they all surface
to be a witness or a guide
Everything we hold onto
has a purpose to protect
We mustn’t overlook that
in our attempt to neglect
The will that gathers within
lives to set our spirits free
Provoking our potential
to be what we might be
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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I cannot count the ways
or measure the depth of my love for you.
Words escape all rational notions
when I try to convey my thoughts.
It’s like trying to describe
the scent of a rare fragrance,
or explain the inconceivable mysteries
that leave the world in awe.
You are simply the magic keeping me alive
when nothing else can.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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If I could change my life,
what would I do?
Would a simple hug
change my point of view?
I wonder how far I’d go
for the things I desire,
or would those longings
somehow expire.
I don’t always know
what my capabilities are,
haven’t gotten to the point
of reaching that far.
But there’s one thing I know
I could never do
and that would be
to give up you.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Foretelling flames
sparked the rubble
that’s when both of them knew
they were in loads of trouble
Pixie dust specks
and spatters of desire
flared each flicker
destined never to expire
And although the world
tried to keep them apart
divine interventions
sealed their fate from the start
Who would’ve thought
a little dust and heat
could make someone’s lives
so full and complete
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Something soupy
A dollop of droopy
That’s what describes my day
Something failed
An idea derailed
Things aren’t going my way
A harrowing mess
Oh the distress
If only I could just start over
But the time it would take
Oh what a mistake
Trying to keep my composure
Can any of you relate
By these feelings of frustrate
Ever feel like burying your head?
Why do we even begin
Bearing an idea within
When we could’ve stayed in bed
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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