Dear Coffee Shop Barista, May haps I ask your name or instead tragically assume your name is Theresa Just in the same fashion regardless of you asking for mine
By McKenzie McQuade2 years ago in Poets
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.
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
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
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