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The Bus

Posted by threeleafshamrock on January 21, 2009 - 20:39
from the ABC set Lurve Ramblings

I watched you get on the bus
Every morning
I never even knew your name.
My friend asked me what was wrong;
I was groaning
If he’d known he’d say ‘you’re insane’
It was on one frosty day;
Caught you yawning
And longed for your tongue there contained
I nearly arose up to ask;
But stilled; warning
A heart unjustly restrained
The time just blew; a whirlwind!
Its wake; mourning
Nothing ventured; so nothing gained
Will we ever meet again?
My love soaring
On a bus if it’s preordained
Or has it been destined not;
Cupid snoring,
His arrow, a quiver, untrained

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Comments

tarashannon | January 21, 2009 - 21:46

so true - i feel a strange sort of connection to people i see every day on my bus, even though i've never even spoken to them :S
nice work
xx

tamara (not verified) | January 21, 2009 - 22:14

'His arrow,a quiver,untrained.'
what a line!X

threeleafshamrock | January 21, 2009 - 22:54

I'll keep an eye out on the bus for you two lovelies...brains AND beauty, WOW! ;) Thank you both

Chris X

Nathan Bednarek | January 23, 2009 - 14:45

I agree with the above- this is a very spellbinding poem, especially because it seems so familiar. The last line is a spit'n'polish finish.

Well done.

Nathan.

threeleafshamrock | January 23, 2009 - 23:21

Thanks Nathan.