Sat down in a crowded bus,
Put my headphones on,
Looked through the window
And instead of seeing nature,
I saw him.
He as a white pearl shining on the window glass.
Staring at his phone.
If only he knew, that me
A little creep was watching him.
We drove for awhile,
In a cold sorrow of knowing,
I might not see him again.
In a painful fear of not knowing
His name.
It would be weird if it ended happy,
So here is a sad true story.
He looked me once with those brown eyes,
As if he knew they stabbed me directly in the heart of hope.
