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::: Mystery Bus Lady Where Art Thou? :::

What exists to write about a nasty bus journey?
Mystery lady you did, capture me to creativity
It was not scripted you sit near me just fate,
Yet you did now I wishing you sat elsewhere,
A siesta is fiesta to kill time on a bus journey
This time my lady, siesta was not on my cards
Turning my head we locked eyes, you got me bad.
Mere splinters start fires, locked eyes was a good start.
Had it ended my way, I couldn’t even have written this
You could be in my arms, screw the writing I got you.
In my elevated masculinity I did the trivial obvious
“Can I give you my phone number we catch up later?”
NO! Wait you didn’t even let me finish ouch!
Come on get the radio from your ears momma,
A man is dying to please you, get the cue huh!
Come on we can catch up… No a colder dying NO
Sweating and crushed, my ego won’t let me wail
My fears confirmed, bus journeys are from hell
And this was no exception up to your stop.
It hit me lock eyes the last time and savor it
As I watched you fade through the bus window,
Only the treasured past moment was etched on my mind.
But we can’t turn back the hands of time SAD.
All I have are bills from a rogue psychiatrist I see,
He tells me, no from feminine side means yes
And yes means no, I am a real confused Romeo
Reverse psychology is new to me, like you were.
Whether you meant no or yes, you are gone anyway
No trace left, I am not bitter just jitters my love
Wondering who captured your heart my lady
Only God knows where you are tucked wish I did
My quest is a request to know from you my love,
Where art thou my mystery bus lady?

Written by: ~ Karuga J