
His eyes they sparkle
Like the shining sea
Whenever he smiles
Looking at me
And I blush in response
To his mischievous grin
Oh the heap of trouble
We often get in
© 2019 Michelle Cook

His eyes they sparkle
Like the shining sea
Whenever he smiles
Looking at me
And I blush in response
To his mischievous grin
Oh the heap of trouble
We often get in
© 2019 Michelle Cook

With such little time
I must break free
Of all the darkness
Surrounding me
For light and love
Are surely near
The fact of that
Will soon be clear
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Echoing desires

Conviction mocked her
As her heart laid bare
While revenge and malice
Caught her unaware
The dagger gleamed brightly
Profuse sweat matting her hair
And the blade slid easily
Through a heart that wasn’t there
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Past futures

She realized
She couldn’t handle
The reality
Of the inevitable
So in her mind
A fated goodbye
Seemed entirely logical
It was too bad
Her heart
Could never agree
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; An unencumbered life

She grew tired
Of knowing
And tired
Of pretending
For one
Can’t easily forget
A hidden agenda
Emblazoned
In neon orange
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Unraveling steel threads