The bus rideA Poem by echo501this is actually true...
Every morning, i get on the bus
Every morning, i have two wishes: The first is that you will get on the bus at the next stop The second is that you will not get on and that i will never see you again There is another wish, bursting at the seems Waiting to get out the whole 21 blocks I keep this wish locked up in an iron box It will never come true You seem to ignore me, but that doesn't stop me from staring i'm not sure why you are so magnetic, but the heart wants what it wants Well, our stop has arrived Oh, i forgot My wish... notice me
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3 Reviews Added on July 3, 2010 Last Updated on July 3, 2010 Authorecho501New York City, NYAboutI am a young writer looking for a chance to get feedback. more..Writing
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