You have blond hair,

You mask seriousness with a goofy stare.

The inspiration for tonight,

Your hazel eyes seem to collect all of the light.

You smile and laugh

I bet you’re the best of Taco Bell’s staff.

This poem is sort of a joke,

I hope you don’t roll over and croak.

You’re texts make me laugh and grin,

I wish I knew where you had been

When my life came crashing down

And all I could do was frown.

This silly poem is close to it’s end

I’m glad our friendship is real, not pretend.