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#heterochromia
The bus stop is empty again. A gust of wind blows my hair across my eyes "Quite cold out isn't it?" I jump. "Sorry, did I startle you?" His eyes are blue. No, one is brown. He has heterochromia. "No- um, I didn't see you, Yeah, I suppose it is a bit cold" He glances at my scrubs, "Where are you headed this early?" I give him a look. “The hospital…” He smirks. "Isn't that your bus then." A bus pulls out the stop and speeds away Wait- "Oh shoot that is my bus!" The stranger laughs, his eyes crinkle at the sides. "Well here’s my bus, so I guess this is goodbye" I sigh. “Bye then.” Pretty eyes.
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Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
Small talk at the bus stop
Im staring at his eyes A beautiful green and deep blue Whose looking at me giving a clue A tear of goodbyes While his hands are waving at me Till his car dissapear in my eyes And the following water stream The heavy rain falls not minding the cold as ice Keep holding on his promise That sealed with a kiss Im holding on with the keys Living with you together and at peace
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
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