The Wordsmiths Book 2021

Bus Ride

Rain drops On windows The bus making them shooting stars

Staring At all those Motorbikes and little cars You don’t Know solitude Till you’ve known How it feels To be sitting all alone Pitter patter Pitter patter The rain is my tears I don’t matter I don’t matter I don’t belong here Clouds turn grey Rain grows Pattering against the bus Night falls Blinds close The world’s gone it’s only us And I hear People talking on the phone But mine’s dead And who would I call I’m all alone Pitter patter Pitter patter The rain grows stronger

I don’t matter I don’t matter

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