I struggle for words
Just for you
Any old word
Just won’t do
Words for you
Need to be more
Something that’s never
Been said before
Each word must convey
All that you are
And be perfected
Beyond subpar
So this is my dilemma
And my minds a mess
Trying to find the right words
I want to express
But that’s how much
You mean to me
And now you can see
My quandary
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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While waiting for the stars
To somehow align
I borrowed your fantasies
And turned them into mine
I couldn’t keep clinging
To the old ones I kept
They were too full of sadness
And so much regret
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I remain lost
Under the bluest of skies
Nobody, not one
Sees the hurt in my eyes
I am not free
To be who I choose
No matter what I do
I always seem to lose
I once thought
That love was real
But the longer I live
The less that I feel
And the truth is
I’ve never belonged
This is how It’s been
My whole life long
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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When I think of you
I think of dances in the rain
Midnight walks and talks
Never a refrain
When I think of you
I think of autumn showers
Sitting at a little café
Talking for hours
When I think of you
I think of smiles under an umbrella
Holding your hand tight
So much I wanna tell ya
And when I think of you
I feel happier when it rains
The tie that binds us
Just cannot be explained
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Time
each of us holds it from birth.
We’re all entrusted with the same daily allowance
but not all know its value
and some seem to forget its worth.
The foolish tend to use it up
leaving all those leftover seconds
to rot on silver platters
squandering hours away
on useless, selfish desires
believing they’ll always have more
never realizing there is a limit.
And yet the wise
and the perceptive
they protect time with their very lives
savoring every last crumb
knowing it is a measured blessing to be cherished.
They realize time is meant to be held in a way,
which embraces even the tiniest bits of joy.
And those who are discerning
understand the merit of its potential.
For time truly is the most valuable gift of all.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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