There is a boy who catches my bus

who has blue-grey eyes as clear

as the lake

the kids go swimming in.

He sits with his friends

and laughs a lot at little

things.

And when his friends are silent,

he looks out the window.

I sit two seats behind him

and I think he is beautiful.

There is a boy who catches my bus

who acts happy every morning

from 7am

he sits with his friends

and gives them empty smiles

and wears long sleeves

in the middle of summer.

I sit two seats behind him

and I think he is beautiful.

There is a boy who catches my bus

who has blue-grey eyes as empty

as the

lake the kids go swimming in, in

winter.

He sits with his friends

and stares at his lap

and when his friends say something funny,

he doesn't laugh anymore.

I sit two seats behind him

and I think he's beautiful.

There was a boy who caught my bus

who was found by his parents

after he had shot himself.

he wrote a letter to his friends

and told them that he loved them.

He wrote a letter to his parents

saying sorry.

And he wrote a letter to the sad

girl

who sat two seats behind him on

the bus,

and told her that she was beautiful.