Bus stops

Bus stops

She was standing at the bus stop

As a wind rushed by

Revealed those eyes which sparkle

As I let out a sigh

I doubt she’s even seen me here

I’m just part of the haze

The times I thought I’ll just say hi

I’ve lost count of those days

She stands right there a work of art

Is her mind just as nice?

Her eyes tell me it’s likely so

I’m scared to throw the dice

A simple check upon her phone

A note from friend or beau?

For I would like be the one

Who makes sweet face glow

Dear girl who stands so sweetly there

A marker of each day

But scared I am of what could be

If I just said “Erm, hey…”

Insecurity

Insecurity

I’ve had my scraps and sometimes lost

It’s true that I have scars

But do not doubt, that would be wrong

That I’ll shoot for the stars

I gave to you my fragile heart

And ask that you take care

The scars we see which reach its core

In true love we can share

Is it too much to ask of you

If I give you my soul

You’ll join me in this quest I’ve set

To help sew up this hole?

It’s true I’ve been hurt in the past

It’s something I must face

But know that I will look to you

To hold my hand with grace

It matters not if these are flaws

Because they make up me

And for our love to shine real bright

Respect for these must be