Bus?

I gotta go now. From you.
But, you know what. I fail. Yes, I do.
is it fair? You can go from me in an easy way and I'm still stuck on you. Blah, they say there are 1000 way to Rome. But, me? I couldn't fine ONE WAY to run from you, your shadow, and all your empty hope.

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Here I am. Standing in a bus stop. And my random thought goes to you. You're like a bus to me. Yeah, I wait for you. But when I get in to you, I realize that I'm not the one who get in you. They are too. Ah, you're too lovable. Too Lovable.
An orange object comes nearer to me. It's my bus. I get in and sit near the window. I like the view from the window. It's just beautiful.



Like you. I like your eyes as I like windows. Your super pretty-dazzling-brown-eyes are my favorite windows. like. ever. It shows me view that's beautiful than anything. It's a words from your heart. Your feeling is written in your eyes. And I can read it well. But I know, that I'm not the one who look in it. They're too. Cute chicks are waiting on you. And I'm on the last list you'll pick.

My bus. comes to next stop. I get out. Maybe, this is what I gotta do to you too. I should have stop. Because, You already take me to your bus-stop. And I should know that you already ask me to get away from you. Because I need to walk to my house on my own. Not with you, my bus.

But, bus. One thing you should know. You are one of my habit. Waiting for you on the first bus stop and get away from you on the next stop. Oh, bus. When will you stop your journey on me? When will you go around with me, oh bus. When will you show me that you won't stop me to chase you.