Backseat
The two of them, me in their backs;
It was sad that I don't have a chance,
A chance of me being with the love.
But I was happy still,
For that the love I want, is concerned 'bout me;
I was happy, because it asked me how am I,
So by that I was contented and glad.
Both the hope and despair,
Races to win me over;
But because of that, it's fair,
For it recognizes me and it's plain.
It may not be love what it showed,
But I can feel the cared it goes;
It's concerned for my presence,
And the longings to be by side.
Awesome poem
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interesting post @dianargenti