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Breakthrough

Piano ballad. Hold on to your hope and your breakthrough. 

Breakthrough
(We're all trying)
By Michelle Morris
31/10/2022

There you are
All alone in the park
Sitting on that cold bench
Life passes you by

But all you see
Is the movie in your head
You're second-guessing
Every single step you took

You're wondering 
If his confession
Was the only betrayal
In his little black book

Chorus:
We're all trying to find the answers
We're all trying to find the truth
We're all trying to overcome hurt
We're all waiting for a breakthrough

We're all trying to find the love here
We're all trying to find a little warmth
We're all trying to hold on to hope
We're all trying to find Heaven on Earth
(End Chorus)

You've been thinking
About your entire relationship
Wondering if everyone
Knows about his lies

Searching for the clues
That you realise you'll never find
You feel like you were blind
Not seeing the truth each time 

You feel like you are lost
Not listening to your soul
You feel like you'll be stuck here
Until the snow falls down on you

Chorus

But look around and see
That the birds still sing 
In the trees of this park you know
Feel the love that's there for you

Feel the compass within you
It will guide you through this time
Find your own North Star
A path to call your own 

Know that this is just one part
Of a life that you will live
It's the price of admission
That heartbreak will follow you

Chorus

There you are
All alone in the park
Sitting on that cold bench
Life passes you by

Know that this is just one part
Of a life that you will live
It's the price of admission
That heartbreak will follow you

But in time you'll have
Your breakthrough
Hold on to your hope
And your breakthrough 

Chorus

© Michelle Morris, 2022
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Speed Dial

Hang ups, 
I’ve got plenty of those 
Like a phone with
too many busy signals,
I couldn’t get through to you.

I think the number  you gave me was out of service.
You said, “Dial me up”
but the damn phone was a push button. 

I called long distance,
the operator said
“Put another quarter in.”
Sadly I only had one thin dime. I wonder if I should have called collect?

All along you had my number. You could have,
given me a ring. After-all I was the marrying kind.
It seems my dial tone was slightly out of tune??

I scratched your number out of my little black book. It was time to find another connection. 

I could say I don’t remember you, but that would be a lie.
You are the crush that never made it to speed dial.

Premium Member Black Is Not Wack

In a world where the color black is often misunderstood,
Let's shed some light on what's truly good.
Black Friday sales, a shopper's delight,
Financial success on the bottom line, shines bright.

Luxury cars and sleek limousines, easily attract, 
But film and stage crews wearing all black don’t distract.
Power, elegance, sophistication in black attire,
Black exudes status, confidence and formality that never tire.

Credit lines and exclusive cards are black,
A little black book, aww… a secret stack.
Black tie dinners, events so grand,
Orange is the New Black, a popular stand.

Karate black belts, symbolize skills honed with might,
Black sand beaches like Santorini’s, a stunning sight.
The Black Panther Party, fighting for human dignity 
Black is the color for mystery, unity and solidarity.

Black wedding dresses preceded the white Victorian tradition,
All black cars from Henry Ford's assembly line, a historical rendition.
But amidst the beauty of black, there's also pain,
Darkness, death, grief, evil, and fear that remain.

Understand that black is not wack, it's a color of depth,
To embrace the good, and ignore the rest is inept.
Black pops amid all other hues in a world so vast,
Let's appreciate God’s divine design, and reject misconceptions of the past.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Tell It Like It Is

(aka… A Note To A Cheat)

The birds and the bees are down on their knees
The bunnies and kittens are riddled with fleas
The chocolates are melted the flowers are dead
And Cupid’s gold arrow turned out to be lead

Although you once rendered me all of a flutter
You’ve skewered my soul like a hot knife through butter
So, where do you go to get cozy and tender
While I lay alone with my heart in a blender

I long since discarded my rose-tinted specs
So don’t tell me that it’s not love, only sex
Did we not each promise till death us do part
Is that why you hammered a stake through my heart

Well, not anymore: keep your hearts and your flowers
I’ll fret nevermore when you’re missing for hours
To love and to cherish, remember that lie?
Be sure to remember this truth, “Goodbye.”

                         *

P.S… I’m reclaiming my pride that you took
For you never took… my little black book
                 ________________




[Sorry ladies, I’m not up for grabs… this is all make believe]


30 October 2022
Contest: Tell It Like It Is
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Petals of Pain

Turquoise tears stain my face
Like violet varicose veins 
Stains of sentimental sensuality
Wrapped in white fears and black feathers

For love has fuschia flown away
Ruining reverie’s red roses 
Turning them black decomposes
Any ink dried died in letters for love

Would have fell on silver sword
Sacrificed, sliding through heart
Silky bloody poetic death 
He saves a cutting of brown hair
And a crimson rose of despair
Pressing between pages of art
Like my onyx broken heart

Was only a notch on burnt belt
Firey from love’s hazing hell
Wicked love spell wilting passion
Kisses rationed refusing
To hold wet tongue’s telling
Of rebelling rose’s rise
In spirit despite demise 

Petals of purple pain 
Painting passion with rain
And teal tears tangerine train 
Of torment trailing behind
Like a wedding dress 
Of jilted beauty 
Doing duty during dilemmas 
Flower to remember
Pressed between pages
Of a little black book
Of love unreturned


Our Cheryls Decree Nisi

Arms out stretched I reach for the sky 
and spin like a childs spinning top
as the rain  drips into my eyes.
Im set  free , Im top of the world. 

14 seconds is all that  it  took .
She had'nt got my x factor, but she had the looks. 
To many photo's and paprazzi around.
And no double barrel surname for you to learn.

Ive already been replaced with the next young guy.
I wish him well and lots of luck. 
Keeping a princess happy really tough
And I wonder if I have, nicoles number in my little black book.  


For the non  x factor readers http://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/cheryl-granted-britains-fastest-divorce-9087698

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