The girl with the lily green eyes, Tom sometimes 
thought that she was brainless. Dry fingers in a mouth 
open wide. Tom said, 'I know that can't be painless.' 
She's off in her world and bits of her hair curl as 
they dry in the breeze from her window. He sits on the 
bed while she's lost in her head and thinks, 'What will 
she do when she's old?'
Thomas drew a picture today and it was perfectly neat 
and shameless. The girl said that the lines were okay, 
'But tell me, what's the point you've addressed?'
Thomas stepped away from her eyes. 'It's just a tree 
limb and a bird's nest.' Neither of them were now 
amazed and the boy now thought his work a mess at best.
She looks to the ground, now distracted by sound yet 
aloof like the cat by the window. The silence replete 
with the sting of the heat, he thinks, 'What will she 
do when she's cold?'
Again she brought her hand to her teeth, and it did 
break Tom from his numbness. He moved then with the 
speed of a thief to touch the girl upon her swelled 
wrist. The music of electronic games, it broke the 
silence of their fortress. Her brother would receive 
all the blame. (He is the one who played the NES and 
plays the pest.)
Though things had looked bleak, Tom now strokes her 
white cheek. He says, 'Too bad you're no good at 
Nintendo.'
She grins with eyes shut and still smiling says, 'What 
would you do if I had the controls?'
Tom turned to his easel and then he sang, 'Hey little 
minah bird, I'm crooning now. I'm falling at your feet 
for lack of brighter goals. If i forget the words I'll 
blow it now. It's just a message on repeat. Oh woah 
woah woah.'
The girl with the lily green eyes, near in her closet 
kept her prom dress. The night that she had worn that 
disguise she was the fairest in all of the west. Tom's 
painting never would be revised, its deeper purpose 
neither redressed. And oh, she never would realize that 
not all artwork must be glamorous.
But she doesn't mind and they'll never rewind to that 
moment when words did crescendo. He's lost in her eyes 
and his painting that dries asks her, 'What will he do 
when he's gold?'