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Bloom
Roses aren’t always red But they are always beautiful They always bloom Times might be rough But you will always get through Keep yourself watered In sunlight, a warm room And I can promise you You will bloom too Taylor Don’t forget to admire the beauty in life and also the beauty in yourself. No…
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Blind
He held me so gently I didn’t feel his nails digging into my skin He kissed me so softly I never noticed his hands constricting my body He treated me so kindly I didn’t notice the strings moving I didn’t see the puppet hands I didn’t see my stitching start to coming undone I thought…
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The crashing wall
Lies are heavy, they get to a point where they will bring things crashing downI’m sorryI’m sorry I didn’t ever breakdown in front of youI didn’t show you my scarsI didn’t give you any hint of my stateBut I still expected you to be there and understandAnd I’m sorry for pushing you away by saying…
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Mummy….
Mummy, I’m sorry for our fights it isn’t right to be angry with the woman who gave me life, with the mother that made me who I am. You taught me to be strong, I try to show my strength in fights, but it makes us both weaker, we need each-other’s love to thrive. Then,…
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Your money, my time
You threw your money at me Expected me to stay It must have hurt when I threw it all away When I said you didn’t love me You showed me all my gifts When I said you didn’t care You said “I gave you all of this” What can I say, except for goodbye You…
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the spring
I wanted you near, so I pushed you away. I’m sorry for making you fear our love fading away. But I’m just trying to get you to spring back to me, come closer than we’ve ever been… Taylor I always say that with me, I distance myself at times because I believe we are connected…
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Hard to love
Write me indirect twitter love poems Share your feelings in a caption Make it feel like nothing’s wrong Like nothing’s changed Because I’ll never know Neither will you Im great to love But it will be hell too Taylor I feel like my love can burden those who reciprocate the feelings, as I used to…
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Poetry by Taylor 