LOOKING THROUGHT THE BUS WINDOW
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Poem by: Harrison Eaton
I see her evey day
On the 9 o' clock bus
Staring out the window
Just like the rest of us
But she tries to hide
The feeling of sorrow
Left inside
Those cold blue eyes
Maybe she tries to forget
All the men that she has met
Though no course was set
She wanted to be somewhere else
As she brushes back her hair
As not to get caught
I try not to stare
But she is in my thoughts
Her hair is dark
That which matches her soul
It seems like the years
Have taken their tole
As the bus gets to her stop
She begins to cry
I love this woman
But I don't know why
Now she is lonely
Just like the rest of us
I guess we can only
Look through the window on the bus
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I don't actually like romance pieces, romance anything, but this poem really struck me. Not totally perfect, but very nice to read, with real meaning. I liked it.
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Thank you.
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