I would gaze at you through the grimy window.
While you sat on the last seat of the bus,
looking lost in the music
coming through your headphones.
But when my eyes would fall on the figure next to you,
my face would fall.
It was her.
It was always her.
The girl who walked with you,
The girl who laughed with you,
And the girl who owned your heart.
It was always her.
But even after my mind is aware of it,
after my heart has finally accepted it,
my eyes still search for you,
hoping that you'd be sitting there-
on the last seat of the bus.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
