Reservations for four
Plus the fifth wheel, me
Perfume still fresh
Strappy heels
Slip dress,
Black silk
I’m shining, shimmering
In your maple syrup eyes
Cotton candy cheeks
Like the blushing skies
Above our heads
Yellow globe string lights
In straight lines,
We all wait to get in
On a secret
Crush
The ice and say something
Anything, just to get you
To look at me for a second
Time is nothing
When you look my way
Romanticizing romance,
This is the part
I hate
Not knowing if it’s
The idea of me
Or the real me
You perceive
With cotton candy cheeks
About the Creator
Cree
Montana native, living in the PNW.
Just writing what I know.
Turning Pages of Life
Life’s like a book — some parts are good, others not so much. Still, keep turning the pages; you might find the best chapter next. If someone hurts you, choose to forgive or just let it be, but never change who you are for them.
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Doing it for the troops
The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
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