It was the little things that made her pretty.
She was tall, funny, blonde and witty.
I hung on her words and all she had to say,
like,
'Who are you!?', 'What the!?' and 'Just go away!'

I think she liked me.
It was always hard to tell.
She always seemed happy,
screaming, 'Just go to hell!'
And before to long, she moved far away,
But it's of no matter - I met another one today

-Bill


_Poems of Lonely Bill Series
_Zane