At The Bar

[Twota]

Without a word from me,
she came and began to talk,
told me about her miserable life
and all the paths she used to walk.

Without a word from me,
she left and others came,
each told a different story,
but none of them, told their name.

[hillwalker]

Each verse has a word that rhymes at the end of the second and fourth line - and that's all I can find to say about this really. It's rather lacking in anything else that would qualify it as poetry. The meter is inconsistent and you don't tell us anything remotely interesting.
You seem more concerned with writing lines that rhyme than writing something original or lyrical.

Ask yourself... would a strange woman come up to you in a bar and tell you about the 'paths' she used to walk? Was she a hiker? Did you meet her at the 'Rambler's Retreat' perhaps?

Then in verse two 'others' come up to you (in the same bar) and tell 'a different story' but don't tell you their names. I'm curious why you felt the need to tell us any of this!!

H