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This piece channels the caffeinated chaos and emotional whirlwind Sabrina Carpenter so perfectly captures in Espresso. Life often brews its moments of longing, confusion, and hope in the same cup, and this poem reflects that blend. It’s a playful yet heartfelt dive into vulnerability, love, and the tug-of-war between guarding our hearts and daring to feel. Inspired by both Sabrina’s raw storytelling and my personal experiences, here’s a snapshot of emotions that keep me awake at night.





Those low-rise jeans...

We are no longer teens...

You made me forget who haunts my dreams...

Put a smile on my face, changed the sound of my screams...


But now you are aloof...

Afraid to share a roof...

Still guarding your heart with a bulletproof...

Threw dozens of ropes to pull you out of the kloof...


There is a decade to forty...

I am all ready to be your shorty...

We have no portals like Rick and Morty...

Even without that eyebrow slit, you are a hottie...


Don't act like a clown...

I can't throw hints like Dan Brown...

Just get the Zuhair Murad gown...

Be the king and let me don the crown...


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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