There she goes again, smiling brightly
With a twinkle in her eye.
She doesn't notice me,
So she walks on by.
She loves to text,
But not to talk.
There she goes again,
Showing off that walk.
She'll remain distant
Until she needs her Dew.
She looks at me with
Her eyes, the deepest blue.
I've seen the full moon
And the stars shine,
But never have I seen
Beauty so devine.
She went to the door
And waved Goodbye.
I knew right then
She could never be mine.
Her beauty is as
Rare as a pearl.
But, after all,
She is just a girl.

by Andrew D Robertson

Comments (1)

Good one. Nicely put to words.