I tried to be nice,
then I tried to be mean,
I even tried all the things
that were left in between.
And that’s just life;
we exhaust every option
until there aren’t anymore.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Of all the things
We mend each day
A heart is rather hard
They say
Stitching a heart
Requires patience and skill
A steady hand
And a very sharp quill
Most people flee
From the needle at hand
For they will not agree
With what they don’t understand
And sharp objects
Are never very nice
So a wounded heart
Is often left to suffice
Yet the task of mending
Is actually quite easy
If you can find a person
Who isn’t too queasy
But just how often
Is somebody actually willing
To take a chance
On further heart spilling
Most would rather
Just let things be
Because mending a heart
Isn’t easy you see
It may seem simple
To the mender
But not for the person
Who must surrender
Matters of the heart
Are never quite clear
And that’s just the way it is
My dear
© 2019 Michelle Cook
The sky
So blue
Wish I could bottle it
For me and you
Each cloud
So still
Like a painting
Seems surreal
The faint breeze
So tender
My heart willing
To surrender
My mind
So enraptured
The essence of you
Beautifully captured
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: The sky so blue, wish I could bottle it for me and you.
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