P O E M S | (discontinued)

Buley-grey eyes

There is a boy who catches my bus
Who has bluey-grey eyes as clear
As the lake
The kids go swimming in.

He sits with his friends
And laughs 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 hes beautiful.

There is a boy who catches my bus
With bluey-grey 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's beautiful.

There was a boy who caught my bus
Who was found by his parents
After he shot himself.

He wrote a letter to his friends
And told them he loves them
And he wrote a letter to his parents
And told them he was sorry.

And he wrote a letter to the sad girl
Who sat two seats behind him
On the bus,
And told her she was beautiful.

(A/N)
And I should have said something to him. I hate myself. So much.