there is a boy who catches my bus
who has blue-grey 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 blue-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 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.
