Hop on the Metro bus, it's packed.
It's always freaking packed.
I mean I don't understand sometimes.
Sitting next to a guy who is doing rhymes.
*Stop Requested*
The guy who rhymes just left.
Piss aroma rises to the left.
The smell is unbearable, I can't even move.
Looking at him like "what is up with this dude?"
*Stop Requested*
Hallelujah! He left.
There are some seats, so I can hurry and jet.
Weed aroma rises to the left.
It smells so good.
Smelling like good kush.
I turn around and whispered to him
"That's you?"
He smiled with his red eyes and said
"That's all me".
*Stop Requested*
Weed man just left.
An arguing couple gets on the bus.
The woman said,"You were never there for me then, why are you here for me now?"
Then to the man said,"I love you, that's why I'm here now, I'm trying to show that I'm here now!"
The woman turned her head fast and said,"Stop lying! You're always lying to me!
Are you in love with me or not?"
....................................
*Stop Requested*
The confused couple left.
Where do people go?
What do they go through just to get on this bus?
Everyone has a destination.
*Stop Requested*
After I pushed the button, I'm going to my destination.
To find my path and to where I belong.
Until then...........
My stop will be requested.
Honestly, this poem was about me riding the bus everyday to get to school. Everyday is always something new. When I wrote about the arguing couple. It was true. The sadness in her eyes when he told her nothing. I captured that feeling. I know that feeling. It hurts a lot. I wanted to point out that people go through alot to get to where they are. It takes time to get your destination.
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