Sitting at the bus stop all alone, acting busy, toying with my mobile phone,
No mail, no texts, just playing games, and just pretending I don't feel alone.
A smile from you would mean so much, - but I can't catch your eye,
I think you're lonely just like me, - I smile at you, but you can't see.
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My kind of poem! Thanks for sharing, Patrick. Now I want to formally say, Hi.
single smile turn barren worlds in to a promise land, thanks, good write. I invite you to read my new poems and comment.
Wonderful poem. So pleasant to read!