fifteen, i lived in daydreams
amidst flashes of reality
i'm still the girl you met for the first time baby
behind the white stage where you held me
you are still the prince that loved me before i knew what love could be
underneath the moonlight i'll write you cheesy poetry
the ones you hide between the pages of your diary
away from your mates lest you are teased
i'm still the girl you fell for baby
seven years later and i'll still rest my eyes on yours so easily
this is love, my love, a second that lasts an eternity
locked lips, held hands, two hearts beating in synchrony
this is love, my love, days that pass by so peacefully
stolen glances, fleeting trances, i'm so glad that love looks like you and me
happy fearless (taylor's version) release day!
YOU ARE READING
HYSTERIA
Poetryand i will ruin you for loving me. and you will love me for ruining you. an attempt to reclaim the madness that defines femininity
