Poetry by Taylor

I feel so I love with so many different faces
Seen in different spaces
But all connected to me…
How is someone so I love supposed to choose with who in it to be?

Just give me some lee
Way
Space to breathe
Bushes cannot grow into trees when its crowded
No one can meet my need but I can pretend

Like a fan facing the wrong way
Doesnt quite hit the spot
But as I talk to its spinning wings
My voice turns into a robot

And everything is easier with a remote control
My hands don’t worry when there are others to hold