From where I think of her, is not at home nor in school.
But on a yellow bus,
yes, I know on a bus.
For all the places in the world…. its on a bus.
My handwriting ponders this paper is not nice,
but it is about her I am courage to write this thought-no! this Image.
On this bus, I write about her love for me on just a notebook.
On this bus, I write about her dreams on my lumpy bag.
On this bus, I write about this felling- No! Love for her on a half way broken pencil.
On this bus, I write my imagination about this lover of mine While the heat of the sun above me cooks my white skin.
On this bus, I write and prey that I would see her on every bum this bus hits.
And on this bus, I just sigh every time I think about her.
And yet, I get speechless of what to write nexted on my notebook.
Because of how beautiful her personality is.
And on this bus…. I say to my self; “I’m crazy to write this on a bus… But that’s why I love her.”
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