Listening to Taylor Swift
and thinking about you,
about us,
and how we definitely have our own thing.
We never go out of style.
But ever think that maybe we should?
Maybe a little?
We’re like a broken record
and just keep doing the same thing
that never leads anywhere –
we go crashing down.
And then we’re back.
Not unphased, but still moving
and back to the same thing:
Madness.
Bliss.
Confusion.
Cohesion.
Stagnation.
That’s us – just here,
styling,
in our pea pod
where we kicked the others out.
We could change,
but no one else really gets us.
Maybe someday we should fix the record.
Fix our style.
Or just stop –
the crash,
the “thing” that no one gets but us.
Maybe someday.
Style
25 Nov 2017 Leave a comment
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