Honestly...
Woman on the bus:
truly innocent,
practicly a girl.
Dressed in a grey skirt,
black unsensable shoes,
long cowboy-esque trench coat,
and a hat reflecting the buckeroo too.
She looks too homely to carry it-
the guise:
the gruff looks that she can't fill.
She looks over and motions to her friend:
pointing out the scruffy man behind her:
a scruffy face,
worn out clothes,
body slouched,
holding stiffly onto the pole.
He's fairly handsome.
She looks at her friend again,
yeah, she knows it-
she feels it:
there is some potential;
she can change him.
-Matthew Koutzun
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