Poetry by Taylor

The sun has been holding my face today
The winter moon is feeling gloom
It feels so far away

Maybe its just the light

I hate even my own reflection
Although others love my smile
It feels so far away

I question it, my beauty
Then I think of how they say this when Im happy, glowing
When they can see all my skin
Not obscured by all the , cloud, coverage

But I go blind when I look at the sun
All the light exposed wears out
My ability to see it, -s beauty

It’s all also cold and dark under the moon

Every little while we see my skin
Not obscured by the sun, light
But my figure
Not hidden by my clothes, shadows
And the depth
Highlightened by the bright light

Made better by substance tinted shades
I like harvest moons and sunny days