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
sadness
Words
Words
I wrestle with them.
Some are just worth fighting for.
And even one good word can make life worth living — bringing hope to a day, which might otherwise be dark and dismal.
But a bad word can be so disheartening — often reminds me of a rosebud that wilts before it ever has the chance to bloom.
If only our words could always be like rainbows,
we’d never have to feel so gray.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Apathetic
I am living,
but I’m not living.
Been lost in a tailspin
of leftovers,
and today
I crashed.
Jumbled pieces of me
lie strewn about.
I don’t know which
to pick up first,
so I do nothing
as usual.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Never
We never really hit it off ― he and I
but oh how we tried.
And it was lovely at first,
it really was,
until that fateful day.
The spell finally broke,
the magic drifted away,
and I think we both felt the sting.
But we also both craved
something deeper ― meaningful.
And that something
just couldn’t
be found.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Destiny
Tragic are the days
Without a hand to hold
When love is miles away
And nights are forever cold
And as those days turn into years
Futility becomes our only lover
The heart begins to lose
Any chance to rediscover
We spend our remaining years
Sad and all alone
Without another person
To call our very own
And we regret the time
We wasted in between
It’s too bad our destiny
Remained unforeseen
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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