Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

The night was getting dark
The sky was a dark blue, with grey clouds,
The colourful dusk light was fading,
The roads still quite busy with traffic,
A small crowd of us stood silent at the bus stop.

Waiting, the night grew and the street lights took over,
Waiting for the right bus to come,
To take me home once more,
Home with you is were I need to be,
Home with you is were I belong.

You mean everything to me,
Need so much to be at home with you,
Loving you isn't always easy,
The funny thing is that I love you,
But you are the one I love the most.

So hurry up bus it's getting so dark,
And home with you I need to be,
Hurry up bus I need to be home,
Desperate I am to get off the cold hard streets,
And back in your arms once again.

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