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Sitting

I sit on the bus that rides on my road

Dreary with excitement

Shimmery powdered eyelids dropping

Smelling the Japanese cheery blossoms

 

And I nod and smile

As he asks to sit next to

Me,

And I listen

 

To the bus with exhausted roars

Wielding the weight,

To the drums of the earphones sitting next to me

Beating like his heart rate.

 

I sit and try not to listen, as I watch the sun

beams

Glistening across my golden eyelids,

Dropping,

Until I cannot watch,

Until I sleep

 

In and out of the thoughts

That invaded my guarded mind,

Off of the routine road with the wind

That I was drifting on all the time.

 

I sleep for the thoughts that are blocked by

The sounds.

I wake for the hope,

the reality of you driving me around.

 

Take me straight out of town

Away, afar

From this busy, unwanted land.

Take me away,

Do not worry about the scars

 

Take me away,

Off of this routine road

I will not suffer

Of this, I know.

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Sep 23, 2012
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