- Last Record: 2013-05-21 07:38:40 -0400
- Joined: Sep 27, 2012
Maybe you're reading my favourite book,
I could lean over and check, but I'm too scared to look.
You could be nodding your head to my favourite song,
I secretly watch you as the train rattles on.
You're here every morning, where do you go?
There's so much about you that I want to know.
Our journeys continue, imagination runs free.
What if one day, you said 'hi' to me?
We would talk about music and movies and art,
I wouldn't be shy; I'd be witty and smart.
As the train reached the station, you'd get up to stand,
Then turn around, smile and hold our your hand...
I suddenly realise that I'm in danger,
of missing my stop while I dream of a stranger.
I walk past, you glance up - could this be the day?
But at the last second I blush and shy away.
I can't meet your eyes, but I manage to look,
And see that you're reading my favourite book.