Published July 6, 2012 by Ashley Townsend
I wrote this about a friend of mine when I was sixteen, so it’s pretty painful, but I came across it the other day and just knew I had to share it with you all, if only for a laugh. I was far from in love, but at the time I fantasized about sharing this with him beside a fire or in a hot air balloon, or something cheesy like that. But I knew I could never get up the chutzpah to actually read it to him, so I hid it away for so many years. So, without further ado!……Beautiful
The way your hair falls over your golden eyes
Darling, just know it’s my demise
You sweep it away with a shake of your head
It makes me feel what can’t be said
Your hands move over the strings of your instrument
And with each pull
I can see your heart of gold
You’re strumming the cords of this heart
I never want us to be apart
Do you know how beautiful you are?
Your concentration makes me smile
The music spoke to my heart all this while
I hear what it’s saying
But do you hear it too?
Do you know how beautiful you are?
The sun shines on your wavy brown hair
Right now I don’t have a single care
You take my hand and guide me through the dance
It makes me want to take a chance
As you smile into my spellbound eyes
Darling, just know it’s my demise
Do you know how beautiful you are?
I could have gone on forever, hand in hand
Waiting until the moon turns to sand
I never wanted the dream to end
But I awake in a world where we’re just friends
The firelight dances on your beautiful eyes
The sight makes me forget my strife
Through the years you’ve been nothing but true
I know I can always be myself with you
Your laugh, your smile, the way you say my name
With each of these I nearly go insane 
Though I dream of us growing old together
I will wait in silence and be your friend forever
So with a pen in hand and a heart full of hope
Here I sat and here I wrote
Because I believe life is always an open door
And you, my darling, are worth waiting for
I told you, it’s painful, but if you’re reading this, congratulations! You made it through the whole thing! Oh, and for your edification, we’re still friends, so this poem was kind of prophetic; I never told him I liked him, I’ve effectvely talked myself out of liking him over the years, and we will always be just friends, nothing more. And I can live with that. *POP!* That was your young love bubble bursting. Sorry. But I guess now he might finally read this, so maybe a part of my fantasy came true…… But I have plenty other fantasies to keep my thoughts occupied!

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