How you love me

Oh, how you love me,
I can’t even count the ways.
Your waves of love crash over me,
sweeping me along for days.

Your love is like a torrential downpour
in the inky blackness of the night,
and I’m like a moth to a flame
as you flood me with your light.

The way that you love me
is like an ocean pounding against the shore,
and as the years pass by, you leave me
wanting you even more.

You pierce my heart with flaming arrows
whenever you say my name,
and I try to hold back my longing,
but the cravings are insane.

Oh, the way you love me,
I feel it deep down in my soul.
And my heart is at your mercy
whenever I start to lose control.

Your eyes perpetually sparkle
with such naughty-natured bliss,
especially when you lean in close,
ready to steal another kiss.

Your love reminds me of an atomic fireball,
blazing brilliantly across the sky,
and most often, your amazingness,
leaves me pausing in a contented sigh.

I just can’t seem to get enough
of the way you make me feel.
I love the way you love me;
the intensity is real.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Carefree considerations

When you try to cheer yourself up,
but nothing really works,
and your friends are all being
such unapproachable jerks.

You just have to remember
that some days will suck,
so hold your head high
and don’t give a f**K.

And if you feel like screaming,
just let it all out.
Say every nasty word,
and don’t hesitate to shout.

If the neighbors start to complain,
just scream a little louder;
they’ll look the other way
when they see your rifle and gun powder.

Stand as tall as you can
and bid your shitty day farewell
because you’ve made up your mind,
knowing it’s better not to dwell.

Be happy you’re alive
and be grateful for each day.
And don’t forget to laugh sometimes,
it really is okay.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Time, it’s everything…

Time,
I’ve realized,
it’s everything
to me.

It’s the language
I speak,

my one true love,

a treasure
hardly ever seen
for very long.

Time
is indeed
the most
valuable gift
ever given.

And there is
only one
who shares

their time with me,

and that’s why
they hold
my heart.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Who are you on 02/22/22?

Are you a filler or a drain,
a booster or a pain?

Are you a happy kind of bloke,
or the kind people wanna choke?

Are you a friendly, loveable lassie
or labeled as overwhelming sassy?

Do you make people wanna roll their eyes,
or is your demeanor full of cheery surprise?

Do you always get booed at first glance,
or does your presence seem to brighten and enhance?

Are you loved for merely being you,
or do others get disturbed by your view?

Are you able to face the reality of who you are,
or does the truth seem frighteningly bizarre?

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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