He knows the exact way
To pull me out
Whenever the world
Doesn’t want me about
He sees me for me
And loves all my flaws
He accepts who I am
There is no hidden clause
He keeps my secrets
And shares his own
Never making me feel
As if I’m alone
He cares for me
In a way nobody else does
And he does it all
Just because
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Melted bliss
One thing I’ve never done is written anything for obvious reasons. Everything I write has a much deeper meaning, and few people are privy to the real interpretation. And in a way, that is so much more satisfying to me because there are things I don’t want to have to explain to the world. My true self is hidden somewhere within the words that scatter across every page I write. All those cryptic words… most reminiscent of days long ago when the seasons couldn’t change fast enough; when life took me by surprise every goddamn day, messing with my heart and soul. Seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it really wasn’t, or was it? Those who think they know me, are only fooling themselves. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? ~M
What would you do
If you had a whole day?
Would you leave behind the things
That always get in your way?
Would you watch a sunset?
Or perhaps fly a kite?
Maybe sit on your front porch
And drink milkshakes all night?
What would you do
If you had an entire week?
Would you search for all the things
You’ve been dying to seek?
Would you act like a pirate?
And finally go on an adventure?
Searching far and wide
For that lost buried treasure?
What would you do
If you had a full month?
Would you express to the whole world
That you’ve had quite enough?
Would you go on a rampage?
Perhaps tell everyone how you feel?
Or would you just stay inside
And keep everything concealed?
What would you do
If you had a complete year?
Would you investigate all the things
Which have never been clear?
Would your curious mind take over?
Would you become a sleuth?
Perhaps a professional eavesdropper
So you could uncover the truth?
What would you do
If you had a forever?
Would you still stay inside
Even in good weather?
Or would you finally just enjoy
Everything you’ve got
And not let your life
Be all for naught
What would you do?
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Love
Can be fleeting
Often feels
Defeating
Loss
It’s my win
And yet still
I give in
Grief
Lasts forever
When never
Is your together
Life
I get by
Always saying
Goodbye
© 2019 Michelle Cook
There she sat
At the edge of forever
Lost in the gloom
Of the shadowy weather
Slumped all alone
In her dismal state
She wondered if anyone
Could possibly relate
Was her solitary life
Always meant to be
If only the answer
She could one day see
Forever seemed too far
As the friendless void imprisoned
No condemnation to pass
This was mostly her decision
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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