I love someone <br />But he is too old for me <br />He loves me back <br />I fear we will never be <br />We sit on the bus <br />And hold each other tight <br />Neither one of us let go <br />Dreaming of the future. <br />Next year he goes to college. <br />Next year I stay in high school <br />We don't think about age <br />We don't think about time <br />We think about love and future. <br />I liked him; now I love him <br />He liked me; now he is in love with me <br />He talks about me to his friends. <br />He is proud of me <br />I am happy <br />I feel loved <br />For once in my life, <br />I feel I have a purpose. <br />When he holds my hand <br />I am lost in the beauty of reality. <br />He turns his head and lifts mine up. <br />Looks into my eyes like never before <br />He moves in forward <br />And in front of everyone <br />His lips touch mine ever so softly. <br />We hold it there <br />But someone messes up the moment with a wolf whistle. <br />We laugh at each other. <br />He grabs my hand. <br />I play with his fingers. <br />We arrive to the school. <br />The bus ride is over and when I try to get up <br />He pulls me down and kisses me again. <br />I embrace the moment hoping it will never end <br />But it has to <br />Until the next day at least. <br />Where it starts over again.<br /><br />Brie Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bus-ride-to-school/
