The Girl On The Bus Poem by Leonard Snow

The Girl On The Bus



There's this girl on the bus
that I take in the morning
head against the window
wide awake yet dreaming

and I look at her always
she never returns my gaze
she's lost in her thoughts
and I'm caught in the maze

of her little gestures
that I cannot decipher
the twirl of her hair
twisting around her finger

the slight curl on her lips
the tapping of her feet
and how much I wish
that our eyes could meet

for her to realize
I've always been there
but she never does notice
and I can only stare

everyday in the morning
as the lights zoom past
all I ever see
is the girl on the bus

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