A Guy Sitting On The Bus

Hi readers, I'm new to wattpad and new in writing poetry.

This poem is about a stranger (yes, that cute one!) that you commonly meet in your everyday life. You feel the want to get to know him, but you're just to afraid to ask for his name ormake the first move. And then after you finally go in a different direction, your heart is still hoping and wanting to see him again, one day.

And by the way, English is not my first language so I hope you won't be bothered by the grammar here :)