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
My confidence in everything
Often waxes and wanes
Doubt sneaks right in
Trying to take over my brain
I tell myself I’m being silly
But then again maybe I’m not
And perhaps everything I’m doing
Is actually all for naught
And it’s during days like these
That l feel so uneasy
And the more I start to think
The more I get quite queasy
Skepticism is a word
My mind should just forget
Because it likes to stir up trouble
And leave me with regret
I know I shouldn’t let my dubiousness
Get the better of me
But sometimes it’s so hard
With a future we can’t see
Lack of faith in everything
Has always been my trouble
And because I’ll likely never change
I know I’ll always struggle
But I’m not the only one with scruples
And so I try to disregard my concerns
I just need to be patient and wait
For my confidence to return
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Fantastical beasts
They certainly were
Elusive oddities
Often covered in fur
Colorful creatures
In every shape and size
Sought mostly for
A worthless prize
Some were shy
And lived in dark cellars
And eventually became
Forest dwellers
Some were fierce
And lived in caves
They caused the most trouble
And almost never behaved
Some were silly
And lived by the sea
Those were the ones
Who were happy as can be
Some were curious
And lived in the cities
They thought the bright lights
Were oh so pretty
Those fantastical beasts
Were a curious lot
And it was a complete surprise
Whenever one was spot
Years have gone by now
Since any have been seen
And they say the last one
Was so awfully mean
But who could blame them
With the torture they faced
It seems they all picked up
And left in great haste
It’s hard to imagine
Such a creature could exist
If only they knew
How much they were missed
But that was then
And this is the now
If only things could change
Someway, somehow
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Originally written, October 2017