<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bus Ride.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit at home and drink my Sundays away.<br>Talk of hate but cry anyway.<br>I am the Adam that blames Eve.<br>In my army, no stripes.<br>Just hearts on our sleeve.<br>I talk of trivia laced with frantic one liners<br>Avoid sad songs and romantic diners.<br>Yet lay awake searching stars in black sky<br>Come tomorrow<br>I'll ride the bus <br>With tear in my eye.<br>I clear her name from my phone.<br>Just to make a start<br>But fail<br>When I am all alone<br>To erase her from my heart.<br>I keep her words<br>On a tissue, where her love she wrote.<br>Can't face the burning issue<br>That to stay afloat.<br>Yet pain will catch me <br>All the same.<br>I walk on so boldly, react so coldly<br>When others see that I am lame.<br>I make no fuss<br>To forget us.<br>And wave it all goodbye.<br>Yet tomorrow, I will ride that bus<br>With tear still in my eye.<br>And so my friends, as sweetness ends<br>Old Cupid shoots me down.<br>The arrow true.<br>Sad moon so blue<br>And then I hit the ground.<br>To die please soon<br>My soul does croon<br>Screaming to be free.<br>I tear and strain to break the chain<br>But she still lives inside of me.<br>I die, yet live.<br>No more to give.<br>I cuss and fear goodbyes.<br>Riding the bus<br>Dreams in a sieve.<br>Tears still in my eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kevin+East">Kevin East</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429876" data-title="Bus Ride. de Kevin East" data-description="I sit at home and drink my Sundays away. Talk of hate but cry anyway. I am the Adam that blames Eve. In my army, no stripes. Just hearts on our sleeve. I talk of trivia laced with frantic one liners Avoid sad songs and romantic diners. Yet lay awa..."></div> </div> </div>

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