She smiles nervously.
I smile back.
A calm type of smile
that says I won't attack.
She so demure
I think I see a blush
I smile again
wider this time
she's looking a little flushed.
I ask her would she like something
she says just a coke please
I try to break the tension
with a little joke to put her at ease.
I put on my crown
Burger King still has them
if you ask.
See! I'm not so big and scary
Her eyes light up when she laughs
Somewhere in between the crown
and my imitation of Betty White
our eyes lock, hers are so beautiful
this is starting to feel very right.
We're laughing now and talking,
she casually puts her hands on mine.
I'll never forget the night I met her
we had a real good time.
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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