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The red of the bus seats surround her
As she stares beyond the glass.
She leans on her elbow and scrathches her brow
As she tries to remember her past.

xox

His hair was short and scruffy,
His body, tall and slim.
His  eyes were dark with hunger
and his face held a handsome grin.
She remembers the way laughed,
She remembers the way he kissed.
She hates the way four years flew passed
and wonders what she missed.

xox

It was long ago, in year seven,
She layed eyes on this guy.
He was happy and outgoing,
Where she was soft and shy.
He taught her how to live,
To break out of the norm.
He showed her how to make a hug
so gentle, safe, and warm.

xox

And then she moved away from him.
She had to say goodbye.
He watched her go, so far away,
She saw him die inside.
She misses the way his hair fell,
The way his dark eyes searched her soul.
Maybe one day she'll see him againg,
Then again she will fall.

xox

Fall for the way his teeth gleamed.
Fall for his kiss, so true.
This poem is about a girl...
It's from me to you...

x+x+XOX+x+x

I sit on the bus and watch the clouds,
Feeling my life roll by.
I miss you and i long for you
so much it makes me cry.