this is about a girl whom i was sitting across form on the bus while on my way to a field trip to moody gardens
Observations
as she lays, akon on her mind, you can tell this girl is one of a kind
ignoring the world as she sits alone in her seat, just leaning back, she admires the beat
the occasional glance, she knows not what i write, she seems dazed, day dreams in her sight
as i observe her rest, my rhyme comes to a close, will it continue, that's something only she knows
-Carlos "House" Gerardo
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