"venti iced mocha latte" the short spunky girl behind the counter called over the loudness of the café. she slid the cup to the other side of the counter and turned to make another drink when she heard her name come from a way-too-familiar voice. her head whipped backwards and she looked him dead in the eye. her breathing stopped and her stomach plummeted. he glanced down at her left hand, her ring finger sporting a glistening diamond ring. "congrats," he said breathlessly. "thank you," she uttered. "i'd always thought i'd be the one to put that on your finger, but I guess you're happier now, " he whispered as tears brimmed in his eyes. he swallowed hard, smiled, and left the café without another word. she stood there frozen while the world spun around her.
#6//valentina accardo
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a palette of poems
Poetrywriting is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words...
