i wrote this on the bus trip home today, its actaully wat happened on the bus trip for me
Sluggishly wheezing through the traffic we head towards our destination. Worried little about the trip my eyes drift calmly through the scene, the endless cars, like ants on their march zimming past back and forth, rustic buildings cramply sit watching the world go by, predestines almost none existents in this fast pace life. Everything silent to the music slamming my ears, the swaying of movements gently lulls me as I follow the bus’s lurching. Her eyes catch mine, darting them left I hide in my writing, letting them drift back to drink in her beauty. Guilty feelings start to shadow my heart as I remind myself what I’ve gone through with her over the last 3 years. My heart lurches at those thoughts and my spirit dips. Distracting myself with my music I try to escape her gravity. Failing dismally
Another drifting look out the window. The buildings, now lush green paddocks, trees, scattered across them. My eyes again fall to her, guilt and pain wrench at me; this dirty pleasure hits my conscience. ‘Why’ does this keep happening, the thought pounds me, sending my mood lower? Her smile always present, showing her pearl teeth, her deep brown eyes catch mine I scatter, looking away. I know she saw me looking at her; pain swells in my throat, grabbing my MP3 player I switch to some techno to try and drown the sickness inside me, the heavy thumps numb my thoughts slightly but not enough to help, searching for my volume I find that it is already at its loudest. “Help me god†I speak silently asking for anything. Many glance again falls onto her beauty; addiction is now in control I feel sick and resentful. Worried now will it all fall apart, will our friendship hold, or will it die painfully, and will I ever forget her.
i wrote this on the bus trip home today, its actaully wat happened on the bus trip for me
Sluggishly wheezing through the traffic we head towards our destination. Worried little about the trip my eyes drift calmly through the scene, the endless cars, like ants on their march zimming past back and forth, rustic buildings cramply sit watching the world go by, predestines almost none existents in this fast pace life. Everything silent to the music slamming my ears, the swaying of movements gently lulls me as I follow the bus’s lurching. Her eyes catch mine, darting them left I hide in my writing, letting them drift back to drink in her beauty. Guilty feelings start to shadow my heart as I remind myself what I’ve gone through with her over the last 3 years. My heart lurches at those thoughts and my spirit dips. Distracting myself with my music I try to escape her gravity. Failing dismally
Another drifting look out the window. The buildings, now lush green paddocks, trees, scattered across them. My eyes again fall to her, guilt and pain wrench at me; this dirty pleasure hits my conscience. ‘Why’ does this keep happening, the thought pounds me, sending my mood lower? Her smile always present, showing her pearl teeth, her deep brown eyes catch mine I scatter, looking away. I know she saw me looking at her; pain swells in my throat, grabbing my MP3 player I switch to some techno to try and drown the sickness inside me, the heavy thumps numb my thoughts slightly but not enough to help, searching for my volume I find that it is already at its loudest. “Help me god†I speak silently asking for anything. Many glance again falls onto her beauty; addiction is now in control I feel sick and resentful. Worried now will it all fall apart, will our friendship hold, or will it die painfully, and will I ever forget her.
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, na , i know that. Im 18 in about a week 
