Heart thumping as I nervously scribble on my Starbucks' napkins: Darling, I do hope you fall in love with my prose. For I do believe you are far prettier than any rose.
By McKenzie McQuade7 days ago in Poets
Boldly you held out your hand with the sweetest of treats Graciously I lapped from your palm Unsuspecting of the one hidden behind your back
By McKenzie McQuadeabout a month ago in Poets
The last place I had traveled was the Land of Fire Rumors spread tales of glorious blazing birds perched upon tall stone spires
There’s trouble in the forest Where the wolf pups play In between the trees Down in the holes with the predator’s prey
By McKenzie McQuade2 months ago in Poets
For my birthday all I want are roses, red shoes, and balloons. My Love, I would be honored to get them for you Just to see you in utter bliss