A Taylor Swift
I will never be a Taylor Swift,
For I am not a fan of storytelling,
All of the bricks
I carry behind my back,
All of the mazes inside my mind,
All of these reckless people
who shattered my heart
made of champagne glass--
I'd tell no one,
but the person in the reflection of my mirror.
I want to be a Taylor Swift.
A hopeful dreamer,
trying to find a place in this world.
I'd walk down the busy streets
and befriend the traffic lights,
just to ask them if all will be alright.
I'd write songs for all these
mean, liar, and pathetic people around
To tell them I can be anyone I want.
If they throw bricks,
I'd build castles.
Live in a big, old city
with all of my shiny friends
and the people whom I had
the time of my life
fighting dragons with.
I badly wish to be a Taylor Swift
So, in this world
full of Johns and Calvins
I'd find a Joe whom I'd wish
to spend all of my summers with.
In the other end of my invisible string is
neither a Taylor that I'd sing
Back to December for,
nor a Tom that I'd leave alone
through a getaway car,
Call it what you want, honey.
But I wish it would be a Joe
that I am scared of losing--
or else, I'll never walk down
this street of ghosts again.
DU LIEST GERADE
Twenty Something
PoesieA poet in his twenties, barely surving life, drowning in the deepest trenches of quarter-life crisis. Sewing words and rhymes from his unspoken feelings to vent out the loudest of thoughts and the silent of cries-- his way of survival. This is his s...
