When people say "I wrote this on a bus" I don't usually believe them. Believe me when I say I wrote this on a bus.
I stared up at the broken walls
Paint chipped bars that hung
The sparkles try to deceive the eye
From chewed up pieces of gum
This bus is my worst nightmare
Packed to the very brim
Its walls damaged by the memories
Of petty fights within
My bench was deflated flat
It's stuffing long removed
Covered in a worn down cloth
Still stained from fights of food.
The driver sighed a weary breath
His job is a lot of stress
A weary name tag states his name
As he sits weirdly I digress.
See what I mean!
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written. I will try to update every week. I don't usually write much so please don't hate on me... These words reflect on times in my life that are not necessarily pleasant but that might not always be th...
