My favorite part of long drives
Or trips to unusual places
Is falling in love with strangers.
Someone passes by on the sidewalk
Or gets stuck beside you in traffic,
Or sits close to you on the bus.
They don't look too special
But something about them makes you notice them.
Maybe it is the way your eyes catch,
Makes your heart go a-flutter,
Makes an attempt to leap out of your chest
And run to them.
But you know the love is short lived.
One of you will have to go a different way,
Or get off at an earlier stop
But that love gives me a little hope.
I wonder if anyone has fallen in love with me.
Seen me across the street,
Did I set your heart a-flutter?
Did you notice anything special about me?
P.S. To the blonde boy taking pictures of something as you were during behind me in traffic:
You should totally call me
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
My favorite part of long drives
Or trips to unusual places
Is falling in love with strangers.
Someone passes by on the sidewalk
Or gets stuck beside you in traffic,
Or sits close to you on the bus.
They don't look too special
But something about them makes you notice them.
Maybe it is the way your eyes catch,
Makes your heart go a-flutter,
Makes an attempt to leap out of your chest
And run to them.
But you know the love is short lived.
One of you will have to go a different way,
Or get off at an earlier stop
But that love gives me a little hope.
I wonder if anyone has fallen in love with me.
Seen me across the street,
Did I set your heart a-flutter?
Did you notice anything special about me?
P.S. To the blonde boy taking pictures of something as you were during behind me in traffic:
You should totally call me
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