Last month you were walking home
and you passed by a bus stop;
one had just arrived,
it was empty,
but you decided to ignore it
Until you remembered my lips,
my cold hands
After that time, you payed attention
to every single bus in town,
wondering if they could take you
someplace nearby my eyes
and my voice
Because you missed me,
you still do
And finally,
you bought yourself a ticket,
you couldn't wait to see me anymore;
you needed my kisses
and my arms,
almost as much as i did
As i do
You were ready to come,
but then I woke up,
realizing it was a simple dream
knowing you would never take
that empty bus
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
Last month you were walking home
and you passed by a bus stop;
one had just arrived,
it was empty,
but you decided to ignore it
Until you remembered my lips,
my cold hands
After that time, you payed attention
to every single bus in town,
wondering if they could take you
someplace nearby my eyes
and my voice
Because you missed me,
you still do
And finally,
you bought yourself a ticket,
you couldn't wait to see me anymore;
you needed my kisses
and my arms,
almost as much as i did
As i do
You were ready to come,
but then I woke up,
realizing it was a simple dream
knowing you would never take
that empty bus
