Poetry by Taylor

I miss the weight of you

Whilst you lay your head upon my shoulder

I see you for the first time

I see it when I close my eyes

Because next to me you lay

I'll bring you feathers

I like it when you enjoy what I do

(I lied it was kind of about you)

I don’t like to shower alone anymore

To let you know, that I love you too

I want you everywhere

White feathers, my writing and cigarettes 

I miss the weight of your jacket

The way you smile before you kiss me

And you can come and go, as you please

How you bask so perfectly in it.