Denise,
There you stood by me, as I stood by you. We will always stand by each other. I just wanted to touch your left arm, I couldn’t get enough of it.
CROWDED BUS
I took the afternoon crowded bus,
While everyone got on being in a rush,
No seats to sit down, so I stood up,
With the memory of a coffee cup.
Two weeks ago, I spoke to her,
As, she caught my attention being near,
All I could see is a dark hair pony tail,
As I started to hold onto the bus pole rail.
Her hand grabbed the upper pole,
As she turned to me, it was a goal,
I locked eyes just for half a second,
Then she turned away, it was a wrecking.
Her left arm was a great attraction,
All I know, it was like a beauty pageant,
Something special about her arm shape,
With black headphones listening to the tape.