The girl on the bus walks in in slow motion A sway in her hips with each bump in the road She looks for somewhere to sit, away from the heat You patiently wait for your reflections to meet The girl on the bus dresses only in white She’s lost in her thoughts with eyelids half-closed She looks through the window, the world gazes right back Making sure that her day is moving on track Because the girl on the bus has places to be And more fortunate people than you to meet And though she won’t hear it you whisper “goodbye” And forget all about her until the next time For your journey is long and the stations are plenty And the girl from the bus is out there somewhere patiently waiting.. - vktr
I write down shower thoughts and pretend they're poetry.