Thu 12 Aug, 2010 03:05 am
Life is being at a concert when a band you didn't know existed is playing
Life is dancing at that concert together with your oldest friend, and a relatively new one
Life is hurrying through the city, half running, half walking, to catch your bus
Life is realizing that the bus will never come and take another one instead
Life is meeting really old friends on the bus and have semi-awkward, but nice, conversation
Life is getting of the bus and into the summer night, looking up and see a million stars...
I always like your poems, lily; they have spunk.
Your poem is lovely as all your poems are, you're my little shining star.