The girl with golden hair

Reminiscing over unrequited love

The girl with golden hair

frowns back at me as I gently stare

she knows I love her hair

she knows this yet she does not care

the girl with golden hair

never to be mine but I don't care if life is not fair

Shining beauty her golden hair

I will not reach out to touch, i do not dare

Without despair

I love the girl with golden hair

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I really like this it feels like a raw, fresh feeling of a love/crush on someone and yet there is the "unrequited love" as you said that lingers in the words of this poem.
"frowns back at me as I gently stare"
And even with one little detail (her hair) you bring out such feeling in this so simply it seems, and yet so longing.
"I will not reach out to touch, i do not dare
Without despair"
I also really love the rhyming, as simple as it is, it is very fitting and goes well, like a love poem that a admirer can only wish for a lover to see and return the feelings to them. Nice one.

[BeTheUnicorn]

Very pretty. :)

[†Tracey†]

I hope she knows how much her golden hair mean't to you..x Beautiful write...with such depth of want and yet void...x

[Ees]

I like this sweet little poem. I have felt like this girl that you speak of in regards to my hair. Whenever I straighten it and wear it down I get people who stare and tell me that I am hot. and it's like really, it's hair, ya cut it and it grows. I'd rather they like my face. I understand when they like my tits.
haha and in regards to the perspective of the speaker, I've felt that too. Just to look at somebody that you rather like. They look at you and you realize they don't care that you like them and they know you do. But you can't help but look on.

Great poem.
Made me think lots.
Made me remember lots.