Me

On the bus at night, the lighting does nothing to help the glassy nature of blue eyes. So, when you see me you will think I am terribly sad.
This isn’t the case, my moods are stable. If I were I showerhead, I’d be the proudest in the street.
Never. Ever. Dripping.
You either turn me on or off.

If you saw me in the morning, the kind where the clouds start to blush red at 8 o’clock and you know it is going to be a scorcher, a fierce day. I’ll encourage this feeling.
As you step on the bus, I’ll be the sharpest point, defined. Not a hue, a colour!
You’ll think…she’s burning.

I prefer this. Please get on my bus in the morning.