If only everyone were like you,
but then you wouldn’t be so special to me.
It’s your uniqueness that makes me adore you,
and you’re all that I can see.
There isn’t another I’d rather spend my time with;
nobody else will ever do.
You’re the one I want to share my whole life with;
I just can’t live without you.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/love-word-heart-text-seem-red-771009/
Sometimes our minds
deceive us,
thoughts oft spilling over
as introspection takes flight.
Our minds tend to steal
our boxes,
those fancy ones filled
with practical reasoning.
Our minds can be
negligent and hurried,
blundering through the day,
then seizing up at night.
Our minds are uniquely etched
with thoughts and desires,
each personal contemplation
deliciously our own.
Our minds can get lost
in the depths of depravity
or swing gracefully to the side
of decency and honor.
Our minds are full of reflections,
ideas, and wonder,
serving as a haven
for the things we must hide.
Our minds can be enigmatic
or effortlessly understandable,
typically only ever failing us
if we give away our control.
And sometimes, we obsess
and overthink because we’re human,
forgetting that our minds
have a mind of their own.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/water-beauty-model-reflection-4658769/
He was a lover of words
Drifting through time
And I tried unsuccessfully
To make him mine
He was a hoper, a dreamer
Very much like me
And when we were together
He was all I could see
He had a very unique way
Of making me feel
As if the world was all mine
Ready to steal
He was impulsive and sexy
Witty and fun
And his charming personality
Could not be outdone
He was so many things
I felt that I needed
But I soon lost my way
And I never succeeded
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/manipulation-book-relax-forest-4103289/
A sprinkle of balderdash
Dotted here and there
I’ve come so far
Of that I’m aware
A plethora of insight
Bestowed from the start
Given unique visions
I hope to one day impart
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! A sprinkle of balderdash
Where to start
With a paper heart
Uniquely delicate
And gossamer thin
With a pale almost
Colorless skin
Can there be
A more fragile design?
This is why paper hearts
Get left behind
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: paper heart
Her Writing Haven 