There's a boy who rides my bus.
I sit a row behind him.
He has dark green eyes like the forest the other kids roam.
He wears pastel colors.
He sits with his friends and laughs at all of their jokes.
When they don't talk he still smiles.
I think he's beautiful.
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The beautiful boy
RomanceThere was a boy who rode my bus. I could tell he was sad but he never showed it
