Her...

She gets the number 218,
which often runs a little late.
It pulls up slowly to her stop,
Just beside the barbershop.

Her earphones tangled in her hair,
while the driver takes her fare.
I save a seat right next to me,
She’s head to toe in Fred Perry.

Hoping that our eyes would meet,
Some other person took the seat.
At my dismay she walked right by,
Towards some other handsome guy.

She greeted him with a kiss,
A kiss I wished my eyes did miss.
They laughed, cried and larked around,
To me this was a bitter sound.

I sat in silence, full of sorrow,
This couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
I felt that I should be her lover,
Luckily that was her brother.



...That young lady is now a mother.

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• uploaded by: RGM
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• Year : 2008
• Style : Alternative
• Country : United Kingdom
• Occupation : bowling arcade supervisor
• Votes : 9