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bus rides
long conversations
bumpy rides home
cold leather seats
welcoming smiles
whispers and giggles
kisses and cuddles
all on a big yellow bus.
towering above passing cars
listening to the constant hum
as the engine speeds along.
sun streaming through the window
catching eyes with every turn

unfinished.
fall in love with the little things in life

i don't know why but the thought of just talking to you makes me like super excited, never the less kissing you, holding you or even touching you. I guess even though i do not want to admit it i really like you a bit and things are falling in a strange way at the moment but everything works out the way its supposed to, at least i hope so anyways.

and as the boat drifted
down that queer little
stream of tears
the wood rotted
fell apart
the young rower had to get out
at the nearing shore
pulling the measly
excuse of a boat
with them

the rower approached a man
where is the nearest carpenter
my boat can take me no
further
the man with his silver whiskers
glanced at the small boat
before nodding to the owner
i’ll fix it if you tell me
you story

and so the rower did
telling of the waterfalls
storms and near collisions
with others on the waters
over the passing years
well no wonder your boat
can no longer take it
if civilisation doesn’t want
a dingy in its fishing harbour
and as the rower took a glance
they saw their small boat
looked the best in years

and what is its name
the decaying man waited
for what wonders would fall
from the rower’s lips

Happiness

The worst part is
I know you lie to me
I just want the truth
To spill from your lips
Paint me red with the words I know are in your head
But instead
You decide to cross me out
In thick black ink
With what you think I want to hear
But I need to hear what you really think
And one terrible part of this whole thing is
You know I’ll stay
I’ll stick around
Because I’ve been in love
For so long
It’s crushing me
But I’m not leaving

“I don’t love you anymore”
Every time I repeat it, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth, dry leaves floating around my stomach making me sick and sadness in my heart and makes it feel like gravity is working overtime, even if we haven’t spoken in years I would never tell you that I don’t love you anymore, because I don’t over use I love you when I say it I mean every ******* letter, when I love someone they enter my heart my soul and never leave even when they do.