Strawberry banana pancakes
Tres Leche
Butter pecan syrup
Splitting a combo
I'm telling you about my middle school boyfriends
Under the bright lights of a pancake house
I'd never been to
You look at me with such wonder
And grown man charm
I feel as incredibly beautiful as a rare
Art piece in A gallery
God's finest masterpiece
You ask me to read another book with you
And I wonder how of all the
hours I spent
Hellbent on understanding men
By reading romantic literature
And here you sit across from me
A romantic character
Who admires me for all that I am and was,
And may still be
Safety and spontaneity combine
You text me when I get home:You are so incredibly beautiful ๐๏ฟฝ
About the Creator
Chelsea DeVries
4 x award winning author of Sticks and Stones: Full Story Edition. Writer of stories with vivid imagery, emotive realness, and characters that you will fall in love with one page at a time. I also run The Smart Cookie Philes.
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