while i was looking for seat on the bus
i sat without looking in a rush
i suddenly looked up and there she was
A brown haired angel
a face sculpted with perfection in every angle
with hazel eyes that seem to peer though souls and dreams
a voice that flows elegantly like a steady stream
i put my music on hoping i wouldn't bug her
but soon in the trip she ask would i mind if she put her head up on my shoulder
but as quick as it started we got home and my day dream was over