Sitting on the bus,
I hear no words, except to fuss.
I see headphones on many ears,
We all listen, but no one hears.
No talking, just ilde chatter.
Our noise is only clatter.
Our minds are shrouded,
And the bus is crowded.
We refuse to speak, due to fear,
So idle music fills our ear.
And to escape from talking
We ignore it, and keep on walking.
No new meetings in this instance,
For we like to keep our distance.
So much noise, and yet no sound,
But we don't care, we think we're crowned.
If possible, we always take at least two chairs.
Why are we so silent? Do we even care?














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live to love, love to fight, fight to be free, be free to love
check me out here: ~emerald-lit
or here: ~emerald-rose
Bus rides ARE boring, but no body talks no more.
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*TheWritersMeow
Were all victims in a battle that we never had to fight
Its ok its alright, steady now were in this thing together
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For something to be a masterpiece, it must not only imbue a sense of regret upon completion, but also cause an undefinable longing for the fiction to be anything but. One day, I hope to create something that fits that description.
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*TheWritersMeow
Were all victims in a battle that we never had to fight
Its ok its alright, steady now were in this thing together
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live to love, love to fight, fight to be free, be free to love
check me out here: ~emerald-lit
or here: ~emerald-rose
--
*TheWritersMeow
Were all victims in a battle that we never had to fight
Its ok its alright, steady now were in this thing together
--
live to love, love to fight, fight to be free, be free to love
check me out here: ~emerald-lit
or here: ~emerald-rose
"do we even care?" sometimes we care too much.. i think
i like this post
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*TheWritersMeow
Were all victims in a battle that we never had to fight
Its ok its alright, steady now were in this thing together
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