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

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.

© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2016

Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.

Post Comment

Comments (5)

Thanks Kathy, you have a point there
Sometimes you just gotta go for it bro.
What do you have to lose?
godsprincessonline today!
Well maybe he needs a little of your special herbal tea for liquid courage and one of your Castle parties - Cafe!

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.
Thanks for the comment Cafe.
Post Comment - Let others know what you think about this Poem
Report Abuse for this page, if inappropiate
We use cookies to ensure that you have the best experience possible on our website. Read Our Privacy Policy Here