THE BUS RIDE prt I
Staring into the window Looking at the vast nothingness of trees and shrubs speeding in an opposite direction Avoiding your eyes Ensuring you don't notice me looking at you. Wow what self torture How hard is it to say hi? That this much emotions I have to endure I'm sure she wouldn't bite Though who can tell, she just might. Smooth, fresh and sumptuous looking skin Comparing it against mine is a great discredit. I wish I could tell her this But why I didn't, I'm still not certain Now I ask myself why I argued when my friends say I'm a shy type Hours long ride Sitting just side by side Thoughts welling inside There is no respire Unless she alights.