That night, I held you like we were before
I kissed you like the first time
We made love like we usually did
I smoked up on my cigarettes as long as you did
Taking the bus again
hoping I’ll see you again
the rain is pouring than I see a rainbow
now I don’t mind
Taking the bus again
holding my mind again
holding my heart again so I don’t die
Cry, I won’t do
I don’t do that anymore
I did what I was supposed to do
I don’t love you anymore
Taking the bus again
listening to the rain fall again
hoping that memeories won’t change our ways
but I did what was right to say...
I don’t love you... anymore
Written by: P.J Mimo
August 15, 1997
Re-Written: November 16, 1997
Second version II
Copy@Right (1997)
About the Creator
P.J Mimo
Canadian Poet & Writer born in Montreal, Quebec
Started writing poetry in 1996 after a failed relationship with a young woman.
Follow me on Facebook @P.JMimoOfficial
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