Love, Desolation and Being on a Stupid Bus
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sadchoirsounds
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Hey what's up. If you're reading this post or even just this caption, you're awesome *finger guns*
This is the first bit of poetry that I've ever posted on this site. Or any site, really. It feels good and nerve-wracking. I think i like it
So, having your hopes for a relationship completely shattered or made completely meaningless coupled with your city being the no.1 most air-polluted city in the world is suffocating (pun-intended), aand that's what this poem's all about. Kind of.
I'm having a great time and i like criticism, so anything bothering you as you read, I'd love to hear all about it. Peace!

Love, Desolation and Being on a Stupid Bus

I'm on a bus Westbound for work

I lean to a window

Dreaming, Dreaming of dark hair

And wind Blowing away the soiled air

I hear you come on Then trail off Taking seats from people who went

I don't move Rigid because I refuse To lose this pure image

I stand up To see you But nothing more

Scared to miss out On the view of dark hair Feculent air And icy, stubborn eyes

So I stay

So I stay And you move

So I stay And you move And you leave

So I stay And you move And you leave And you forget about it

And I feel stupid And sorry for myself

You were heading somewhere else

You were heading somewhere else I'm not sure where

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