Yearn

Your skin wasn't so soft Not the softness you'd find In great love stories You didn't always have the Words to say something You fumbled with them While I babbled You snored - Only a little, I promise Yet in ways I found Them so endearing Perhaps it was just you And I find myself Tripping and tumbling And scrapping ideas Of not needing love Or just not being aware Because I'm just yearning To brush against that arm again Stories be damned

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