a presence we don't address
it's formless, faceless
standing between us
standing beside us
roaming like a gust
of wind
while you flirt
call me "baby girl"
a presence we don't address
it takes form, faceless face
we ignore
dark Cupid
and I flirt
call you "loml"
a presence we don't address
standing beside us
as we walk hand in hand
till I meet my him
till you meet her
unordained love
Cupid loves us none
no more flirting
a presence leaving
we call each other nothing
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Poets Pub - 2019 Poet of the Year Contest
PoetryHello and Welcome to the Poets Pub's 2019 Poet of the Year contest. This is our annual contest, reserved for those who have qualified to participate. We encourage all to join in, in celebrating these worthy competitors.
