Blonde Hair

ruby.e

His blonde hair is glistening in the sun.
I see him running.
He ran away from me.
He ran away from his fears.
And now he runs for a team.
His blonde hair glistens as he runs.
I try to speak to him.
He won't make eye contact.
He looks at my eyes and looks away.
So awkward and shy.
His blonde hair glistens as he speaks.
I watch him shiver.
He's cold but won't admit it.
He takes my hand.
I know he's just doing it for warmth.
His blonde hair glistens in the moonlight.
I attempt to talk to him.
He hasn't called me in weeks.
He makes it clear it's not working.
We say our goodbyes.
His blonde hair glistens as he walks away.

  • Author: ruby.e (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 4th, 2017 19:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Abora

    heartbreak is the most potent muse.

    well done.

    • ruby.e

      Thanks. The funny thing is we're still friends even though he broke my heart. Sometimes people just don't work out in a romantic way but have great potential for friendship.

    • Christina K

      this is really neat - i love the repetition involving his blonde hair

      • ruby.e

        Thank you

      • myself and me

        It seems that "His blonde hair" drew your attention, and got your heart.
        Nice writing.

        • ruby.e

          Thanks

        • FredPeyer

          I do like the way you structured this poem with the repetition of 'his blond hair'. Would you have loved him if he would have been black-haired?

          • ruby.e

            I would have but the poem wouldn't have been as good.



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