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The roses
The roses I never sent herWill now have died.Or maybe they were never cutAnd they’re flowering into a bush.Maybe they were all readyAnd just sent to someone else.The roses I sent a strangerWe’re they even ever mine?But they feel like an artefactThat were only to me What I envisioned them to beThe strangers celebrating loveBut…
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Waiting for change
Distant memories feelSo much closer when the timeStops.In a car, bus or trainIt always feels like a BreakFrom lifeEverything else takes so much effortBut right now…I just existTo myself and othersBut there is no need to acknowledge itI know they see me,Because I seeThem.From the opposite seat, through the window reflection,or from the outsideWhere everything…
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Lines I didn’t write, from a love I was in
I miss the weight of youWhilst you lay your head upon my shoulderI see you for the first timeI see it when I close my eyesBecause next to me you layI’ll bring you feathersI like it when you enjoy what I do(I lied it was kind of about you)I don’t like to shower alone anymoreTo…
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Don’t write
I tell myself not to writeBecause I five too deepBut then, I fallInto a world to easy to keepOf tinder dates that fall in love or to never been seen againOf short 6 second videos that teach me nothing or bring up painI tell myself not the start writing because I’ll be depressed again.But how…
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Poetry by Taylor 