I had an English exam today so didn't do much (any) writing, but I wrote this last night. There a thousand poems like it but I need to post something today!

The Girl on the 89

To the girl with pink hair,

I spotted on the 89.

Your crown shined bright,

and caught my eye.

You wore it in a tail,

and you sat comfortably.

Me and my friends we joked,

our virtual adventure over.

We may have offended,

so your pose changed.

Your legs swung down,

feet on the floor.

A straighter back and a flatter look.

I do remember when you looked my way,

I smiled but I payed little attention to you.

Did you notice my smile?

I was lost in your look.

Was it at me?

Before Spruceland,

or perhaps after,

you departed.

You raised your hand and I hoped,

hoped for a wave.

I wished to be noticed.

And I believed in my wish.

I believe in my wish.

To be beautiful,

when there is nobody to impress.

To recognize beauty,

when there is no need to please.

There is something to take from this,

appreciate everybody.

Not just her,

but the all the passengers.

One man smelt of weed,

I remember him from some time ago.

He became addicted sometime,

because of somebody.

It must have affected him then.