When I read your words
All those wonderfully inspired words
A sense of longing and desire
Pulls me straight to you
As hard as I sometimes try
I can never deny your existence
Your words they come alive
Because you live in every one
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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Once lost on the cusp
of a whisper in time,
is now something cultivated,
formed and fashioned.
Evidence composed
of a sacred memory.
Sprinkled with the essence
of a divine creator.
Recorded as proof
that our existence
has never been limited
to the meager
constraints of this world.
But instead,
“The Dream,”
that wonderful, beautiful dream,
goes far beyond…
Far beyond anything
we could ever imagine.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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I struggle for words
Just for you
Any old word
Just won’t do
Words for you
Need to be more
Something that’s never
Been said before
Each word must convey
All that you are
And be perfected
Beyond subpar
So this is my dilemma
And my minds a mess
Trying to find the right words
I want to express
But that’s how much
You mean to me
And now you can see
My quandary
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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I remain lost
Under the bluest of skies
Nobody, not one
Sees the hurt in my eyes
I am not free
To be who I choose
No matter what I do
I always seem to lose
I once thought
That love was real
But the longer I live
The less that I feel
And the truth is
I’ve never belonged
This is how It’s been
My whole life long
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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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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