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Bus Ride Poetry


she looked at him with eyes 

so suprised

that his being could hold her whole world

to feel his skin against hers in fear she'd ruin the anatomy of the stars

she kissed him and tasted every drop of rain that has ever fallen

she loved him with every God given inch of herself,

until the day came

where he played God and she played sinner and he changed the anatomy of the stars and when it rained it stormed

she now looks at him with tear filled eyes

surprised that her whole world is now crashing, she holds her own hands over her head praying for better days

she kisses the newly formed scars on her wrists

all thanks to the boy who played God to her world and ended mankind

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