Our table was a mazie yellow
On the surface there was a cake which held my every thought
You could smell the cleanliness of the air
You could hear his presence
His essence was that of a king
The way his oxfords hit the ground wasn't all that but a settle tap
Though in my mind it was much more significant
His steps were soft but enough to make the table quiver
When we were finally together our eyes were fixed on each others
He made it clear to me he admired my modesty
He glanced at the cake then back at me at me
He smirked then whispered "does it not hurt to pretend"
At that moment without notice, he vanished
The table was shattered
The cake left unblemished
(If you guys could please give feedback)
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Author:
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