Blonde Hair

Free write poem

That boy with blonde hair,

came into town.

Did he do it on a dare?

Or to make his mamma proud?

That boy with blonde hair

knew where he was goin';

When he said "hello" to me

that early June mornin'.

That boy with blonde hair,

never stopped playin'

That beautiful guitar of his.

While he kept sayin':

"I road out to this town on a bus,

filled with many strangers makin' a fuss"

That boy with blonde hair,

filled my empty heart.

Without a care

of what he was to me.

That boy with blonde hair

was due up North.

Did he ever stop and think

about the girl with brown hair,

and how her heart sinks,

at the thought of his stare?

Author's Note

General feedback. I am extremely amateur when it comes to poetry. I just like to free write.