Imma call it the bus

In the Morning I'd wake up and Id fill up my cup preparing for the walk to the bus I'd walk and then sit and wait while wondering how late could be the bus The bus would come a tad but late but it was fine for I could wait, wait for the bus When we pulled up to your street I would wait for you to take a seat next to me on the bus We would shout and rant and fuss about how hot it was on the bus But she ignored our cries and looked at us with her soulless eyes her eyes on the bus We talked for what felt like hours talking about what we wished were ours, talking on the bus When we finally got to school with the teachers to greet us we would walk without a fuss about the bus When we went to swing around and to dig in the sand we dreaded the eventual plan, the plan to ride the bus Then we would sit for hours wait for the bus that was ours, waiting for that bus On the way back when we eventually made a fuss I said that I would never miss the bus

-Then when we bid farewell I don't know if you could tell that I would miss the bus

What do you guys think?

Thank you broski