She was beautiful,
Quiet with a kind soul
Every end of week,
I took a bouquet home.
We talked about each other,
And shared poetry together.
She found me when I was,
Not interest in anyone,
And left me when she was,
The only one I was
Interested in.
I’m not standing in the rain
I’m perfectly situated.
But disappointed
If ever I act this way
to a girl again,
Please shoot me.