There's a boy who rides my bus.
I sit a row behind him.
He has pale skin like the vampires in movies but he looks more alive.
He no longer wears pastel colors.
Instead he traded them for floral shirts.
He puts on a fake smile when his friends make jokes.
When they don't talk he looks out the window.
I think he's beautiful.
DU LIEST GERADE
The beautiful boy
RomantikThere was a boy who rode my bus. I could tell he was sad but he never showed it
