handsome boy at the bus stop
you’re looking at me (or past me)
and i think your eyes are nice but
i look away in an attempt to be coy (or awkward)
i wonder if we are getting the same bus
i look back and you’re still looking
our story unfolds
in my mind you’re sitting with me on the bus
our legs brush, you start a conversation
about my music or a book in my bag
cut to 6 months later
telling all our friends how we met on the bus
meeting your parents and wondering if
you mind that my tights are full of holes
you put your headphones in and i wonder what
your favourite song is, us sharing music whilst laying in bed
whether you’re good at maths or good in bed
you have the nose of a boy that i used to date
and i wonder how you kiss girls
if you mind that i
never wear leggings in public
the bus jolts me awake, you are still
on the street, headphones in
eyes on your phone so i,
through the grimy bus window
can look at you for a little bit longer.
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Author:
mozart (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 17th, 2017 11:19
- Comment from author about the poem: because we've all had those mini love affairs at bus stops or shopping queues
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Thanks for sharing SARAH ~ Great poem about the CLASSIC BRIEF ENCOUNTER. We can all share the experience ! I once fellin love with a Girl on an escalator.. BUT she was "going down" and I was "going up" but alas it was all a Fantasy ! Thanks for sharing ~ Please check my poems ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)
i like your way of saying...nicely written
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