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?"