Daydreamer

Poem By John Hazon Palen

I am on the passenger side,
Daydreaming to the sky
The day's bright and full of life.. then
In a mile, I caught your sight

My heart starts beating triple times
The thing that I don't know why
And the bus stopped for a while
Not long you're in the seat behind

The music starts playing love songs
I get notion to have conversation
I love your eyes put in my direction,
I find my heart set in motion

We talk and talk while the road seems stretched,
The time runs slow till I reached my place
All was fantasy, I never noticed,
You wake me up, all eyes on my face.

(I wrote this poem from an experience when I was in a bus and caught sight of another passenger who had me wonderstruck! Well, other than that, I also have a deeper meaning with this poem!)

Comments about Daydreamer

John Hazon Palen i loved your poem. you should have approached her buddy. just as two poems are never alike, two bus rides..... hey dont miss the next time please.
John Hazon Palen i loved your poem. you should have approached her buddy. just as two poems are never alike, two bus rides..... hey dont miss the next time please.
Thank you, everyone! ; ') God bless! ! ! ! ! !
Nice poem to ponder, great write
this happened to me yesterday except the person beside me woke me up :) i'm still a kid, yes, and am in high school - me and my daydreams :)


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