tirsdag 7. oktober 2025

the bus ☆

The bus, is like one big cradle
In which i see, houses and cars pass by
The rythmn of the wheels, the smell of people
Lullies me, holds me to sleep, 
and brushes like sugar against my cheek
braids my hair, as it whispers sweet
"you are exactly where, you were meant to be"
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