This poem was to be performed not written
This poem was to be for me and you not hidden
This poem is a definition of what I am not
What am I?
I am the man you saw and didn’t mind
I am the man you said hi to after a while
Not an eye candy not a bitter lemon
What I’m not is a demon
Who am I?
I am the man who likes your smile but will never say
I am the man who likes your hair but won’t touch
Not the one who you are thinking of
I’m not the past
Where am I?
I am at the tips of your fingers
I am at the lips of your peers
I am right here, just feel me and I’ll be
I’m not the one who will leave when you need me
Need me the most.
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