Yearn

Yearn short poem

Uploaded by Haripriyaa Naidu


The best kind of face
is a familiar face
But not entirely;

something that screams safe
But isn’t;

someone driving four wheels
but maybe not all four

someone with routines;
No.

He should call me at the Devil’s hour
Whisk me into another’s empty heart
And there, Hit some A,B,C,D,Es
but

I shouldn’t….

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Vipin
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beautiful

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