She kissed me gently Last call time to go She waited while I boarded Wave from the window She was standing by the payphone He was using She blew me a kiss What was on her face? I blew one back He was watching and smiled I love you she mouthed He got on the bus You better write Last Seat She was crying As we drove away
Reason for writing:
She thought she could hold me/He saw opportunity
Birth sign: Libra
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