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Falling on the window pains
Rushing on the bus' wheels
Men
Looking at me sweetly
Longing for me nightly
Girls
Laughing at there dehiscence
Done up like rose petals
Sounds
Speaking to me softly
Writing to me loudly
Life coming through in harshness
Leaving me sleepless
Love
Riding on this bus with me
Hiding in my memories
Rain
Hey, good to read another one of yours. Short, terse lines make it straight to the point. I think that you meant to have the word "Life" on a separate line - it fits in with the rest of the poem that way.
Really good, ash :)
Reuben
BEAUTIFUL