Desperation

Your eyes.

Your smile.

I could die.

Another bus

There is nothing I feel for you,

You are no longer my baby blue.

I am sorry to feel this way,

I swear I wanted to stay.

Things change so rapidly,

It is not a big psychology.

You could not give me what I needed,

I often felt like being cheated.

I still care for you in a way,

As a friend if you know what I would like to say.

It did not work out for us,

Now we both should catch another bus.