Glimpse To A Passenger Seat On A Friday Night

Poem By John Hazon Palen

I'm standing there, had watched the bus
To another town, it runs so fast
It's a roller-coaster kinda rush,
Picturing in mind your casted blast

I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
Your looks have knocked me off my feet;
My guard is up with you, I see

You might not hear my throbbing heart
Acting in scene under the rain
Wish time stands still this Friday night
'Cause I'm like loosing you in pain

My hope runs low as I homeward glide,
Will it happen again in next time?
Your thrown sight's wild, beautiful eyes
I'm caught up in you, I realize.

(I have written this poem when I saw a girl in the bus which I always ride in whenever I go home every weekend as these are the days when there'll be no classes. It was Friday night and I just felt like whole inside when I saw her face and all the colors in her eyes! I have said to myself she might be the one.. (^_^))

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