Poetry by Taylor

The train runs through pictures I wish would last longer
The babys crying is muted out by my music
I find myself falling in love with strangers
And dangers
The water looks so appetising from far away
And voices sound so much better
When there’s no one I’d rather around
The train feels like I’m falling
As the scenes pass from the back of my head to far away
As a good looking man winks at me from the opposite chairs
The sun is diluted by my sunglasses
I find myself uncomfortably taking up two seats
The same way I take up a double bed
Me squished, but everything else spread
My habitats look like I just disappear
Everything falls off me
Even my clothes
But dont worry… I always come back for them