I look forward to the end of the day, when its four o'clock and its time to say, Time to catch the bus its time, Time to see the girl in her prime, The girl I love will be there waiting, and trying to get as close to her without fainting, Get a seat next to her which is hard to do just look at her, Take glances at her without staring, Admire her beauty without demanding she look at me to show she's caring, and to see the bus stop as people leave, It won't be long until it's only you and me, The last other people leave the bus, It's only you and me, Will you say something, anything to me, But nothing is said and my heart sinks lower As we approach our final stop I hope to myself, She'll say goodbye or see ya later, We pick up our bags as we leave the bus, Nothing is said as my heart once again slumps, Maybe tommorow, yes that must be it, We will find the true love for each other, but for tonight I will think of you and hope you love me as much as I love you. R.cole
Reason for writing:
It's my feelings for a girl I see on the bus. As she sits
with all her friends I dream of her as I sit by myself.
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