the song bird

she had no singing
voice what so ever
but she loved
to sing, for you
and strangers.
pulling her hair
back over her
shoulders and smiling
brightly as she
she began. her
guitar playing was
even worse, but it
didn't stop her,
as she sang and played
the night away
to anyone who would
listen. you never
had the heart
to tell her how
badly it all was.
she was too nice
a person, but it didn't
matter. your bags
were never unpacked
to begin with. your
shoes never left
beneath her bed.