Girl at a Bus Stop

by lovecanberealSydney, New South Wales, Australia

Nov 2016 731 Views 5 comments

Girl at a Bus Stop

I was walking home
with the Sunday paper -
got tired
sat down.

A few seats up
from you
blonde girl.

I am shy -
you crossed
your legs
towards
me.

Sunglasses
like black coals
on your face.

Frizz of blonde hair
tousled in the wind.

The echo of sky
big blue sky
Sunday afternoon.

But I am shy
and couldn't talk.
I missed my chance.

So many broken dreams
around here.

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Posted: Nov 2016

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lovecanberealOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaNov 13, 2016

Thanks Kathy, you have a point there

cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland USANov 13, 2016

Sometimes you just gotta go for it bro.
What do you have to lose?
Cafe

online today!

godsprincessOwego, New York USANov 14, 2016

Well maybe he needs a little of your special herbal tea for liquid courage and one of your Castle parties - Cafe!

Kathy

lovecanberealOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaNov 14, 2016

For me there's been a lot. There could have been more. I am shy sometimes. We get what we are "given" and our destiny is written before we are born. Thanks for the comments.

lovecanberealOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaNov 17, 2016

Thanks for the comment Cafe.

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