28 September 2012
It's Friday afternoon, my bus arrives at last. Your bus is called before. Everything went so fast.
I'm sitting at the front, You're siting at the back. Your brother turns around, Looks like he's having a heart attack.
He harshly taps your shoulder, Not knowing I could see. You look deep into my eyes, And smile, as adorable as can be.
I really don't know what it is, But without you, my life has no meaning. I look forward to your smile everyday, And sometimes I could swear I was dreaming!
(Written a while ago but may as well post it)
© Sophie Kaelin 28 September 2012
That Smile • Opuss № I