The Bus girl II
And so I see her again as she walks pass me.
This weird attraction I have towards her is something new to me. I like it. Makes every moment with her interesting.
As I’m walking through the empy streets I can forget the way she looked at me today.
There’s a summer smell in her hair, reminds me of they good times I had.
And once again at the bus door on our way out I decide to talk to her…
- “Your hair smells nice”
- “Thanks”
the doors open
- “Goodnight summer breeze”
- “Goodnight stranger”
