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Bus stop girl
I am in love with the girl
at the bus stop
I've never heard her voice
I've never seen her smile
I don't know the colour of her eyes
or the initials of her name
but i love her
she is not very pretty
and has never met my eye
but she is always there
in her long grey coat
my beautiful constant
at the bus stop
I've never heard her voice
I've never seen her smile
I don't know the colour of her eyes
or the initials of her name
but i love her
she is not very pretty
and has never met my eye
but she is always there
in her long grey coat
my beautiful constant
Published 4th Jan 2010
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4th Jan 2010 3:57pm
this poem resembles with me. sometimes u need just a figure of a human being who is alive somewhere in the world; to build up a castle of phantasy "love", "relationship", "care". without even wanting for all that to come true with this particular person. that kind of feelings are well reflected in this poem. liked it
5th Jan 2010 8:21am
This makes me feel old, and I'm not yet twenty, because I remember loving people I never knew and wanting that constant. This work really connects, all a few short words.
