There is a boy who catches my bus
who has bright blue eyes
like the sky
on the clearest day.
He sits with his friends
and laughs a lot at little things.
And when his friends are quiet
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
at 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 eyes as sad as a lost puppy
who was abandoned.
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 is a boy who catches my bus
who doesn't sit with his friends
anymore,
and looks like he needs sleep,
or needs to cry.
He sits across from me
and I think he is beautiful
There is a boy who catches my bus
who showed me his scars
who told me his fears
who crus on my shoulder
and who tells me everything.
I sit right next to him
and I think he is beautiful
There was this boy who caught my bus
who finally started to smile and laugh,
again,
He told the sad girl
who sat next to him
that she was beautiful
Now there's this boy
who comes home from work
and kisses his sleeping daughter
who is always sad.
Then he hugs his wife
who used to be sad
and who used to sit
two seats behind him on the bus
who thought he was beautiful
and he tells her
That she is beautiful
