Buses

A time when I liked this girl but she didn't reciprocate my feelings

Here comes that bus again

Slowly coming round the bend 

To take me home in the end,

With a lover or a friend?

Each trip, the same as the last

We talk, we chat, we laugh

Always going nowhere fast

Forever doomed to repeat the past

I dream of a quick escape

A lifeline to ward off fate

How much longer must I wait?

Or am I just hoping in vain?

All the while, the wheels keep turning

Less and less, the fires keep burning

Reluctantly, my mind is learning

Hopeless is my constant yearning

Here comes that bus again

Slowly coming round the bend

To take me home to my bed

Where I must try and rest my weary head

The End

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