I saw you at the bus stop yesterday,
I didn’t have the chance to even say,
That you looked the same as you did last year,
Instead I just turned and dried my tears,
At the boy who didn’t even recognise me,
I’m the girl who lives on our maybes and could be’s
I saw you at the bus stop yesterday
May 7, 2010
May 7, 2010 at 10:54 AM UTC
I saw you at the bus stop yesterday,
I didn’t have the chance to even say,
That you looked the same as you did last year,
Instead I just turned and dried my tears,
At the boy who didn’t even recognise me,
I’m the girl who lives on our maybes and could be’s
I saw you at the bus stop yesterday
I may add to this poem- just a short thing I just came up with (as you may have realised from all my other poems- they are all real life occurences)