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Where do I go?
Everything is better… or so it seems. So why do you still haunt me in my dreams? Why are you here…? There was no invitation. There is no motive. there is no reason for this party. So… what do I do now? Where do I go? Because it seems you’re always following me down every…
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Fingertips
Fingertips on skin Like faulty wires Electric sparks But beware for flammable items For they can clearly catch alight But sometimes they dont look flammable And we mistake objectifying for dirty talk Mistaking possessiveness for lust And controlling for in love Like a pool of gasoline The wire is engulfed in flames Not possible to…
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tears
She has a sparkle in her eyes Her cheeks rosy and glistening She has full pink lips singing the words to their song Screaming their favourite part Black running down her face Scratches on her head Her heart aches But it aches for him Taylor Wish I could say this depicted me, but it doesn’t.…
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My trip
Colors intertwine Sending shivers down my spine But my body is twisting and shaping itself Becoming part of this reality Where colors shine And plastic leaves grow and wind And people leave trails of themselves in different lives The floor isn’t solid or liquid Its on a fine line Where there is movement but stability…
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Scared of myself
I’m scared of or for myself Because I know confinement drowns me And I can feel my lungs slowly filling And I always rely on someones hand to pull me up But we are in lockdown The only hands are those of my family And I have brought them under with me too many times…
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memories
There are too many memories I cannot remember And I don’t understand how I can ever understand myself If even I don’t know my own life I’m supposed to put together this jigsaw But I’m missing all of these pieces How do you expect me to know my own mind? I know where the gaps…
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Isolation
Isolation Drifting reality Space between us Connections unfold Now too long to hear your words But our hearts are tied We can’t hold hands but we stand side by side With meters and miles between us Holding on Hoping for a reunion to come along Distanced but awake Scared but living each day I have…
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Not to love
What is it like not to love Or at least not yet? I would tell you but there isnt much to it Loss and grief are easy Comitment is hard I still feel warm around the right people But if I lost them I would only have to adjust my routine Taylor
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Poetry by Taylor 