Sometimes, I

Sometimes, I stare out the window

And daydream.

Sometimes, I envision my future

And wonder-

Will I ever truly fall in love

With someone

Who won't make fun of the

Way I look

Or the way I silently sway

Side to side

To the beat of the music 

In my ears?

I wonder if I will ever meet

Someone who

Will cover me with his jacket

When I forget

Mine and it's cold outside.

Someone who

Will hold my hand while

We walk and

Whisper in my ear to tell

Me that I'm

Beautiful every day and never

Let me go.

Sometimes, I stare out the window

And I thank

That guy in advance for existing.

Because he will

Make my dream come true-

To be happy.

Reviews

[richieb]

Hanu,
Innocent dreams that we all have experienced. We all ask these questions. The angels are protecting you and your future lover till the day you meet.
I enjoyed your poem. Your words captured the feelings of most people. Well done.
Peace, Richie b.

[John the Baptist]

Sometimes if you insist on what must be in order for you to be happy, you keep true happiness beyond your reach.

[Haniya]

Very well said. Thank you :)