Author: Anonymous
There is a boy who catches my bus
Who has bluey-gray eyes as clear as the lake
The kids go swimming in.
He sits with his friends,
And laughs a lot at little things.
And when his friends are silent,
He looks out the window.
I sit two seats behind him
And I think he is beautiful.
There is a boy who catches my bus who acts happy every morning from 7am.
He sits with his friends
And gives them empty smiles
And wears long sleeves
In the middle of summer.
I sit two seats behind him
And I think he is beautiful.
There is a boy who catches my bus
Who has bluey-gray eyes as empty as the
Lake the kids go swimming in, in winter.
He sits with his friends
And stares at his lap
And when his friends say
something funny,
He doesn't laugh anymore.
I sit two seats behind him
And I think he is beautiful.
There was a boy who caught my bus
Who was found by his parents
After he had shot himself.
He wrote a letter to his friends
And told them that he loved them.
He wrote a letter to his parents
Saying sorry.
And he wrote a letter to the sad girl
Who sat two seats behind him on the bus,
And told her that she was beautiful.
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Self-Destruction
PoetryFake a smile, No one knows you're broken. Fake a smile, it's easier than trying to explain why you're sad. Fake a smile, lie and say you're fine, it's easier then trying to explain why you do what you do. Quotes, Stories, Entries and Poems about wh...
