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854 · Oct 2016
Where the Wild Things Are
Taylor Hahn Oct 2016
The place you sail off in your dreams
A land so sweet and almost serene
This is where you are a king

The grass grows too tall
And the winds crack like whips
You can sail for hours upon little navy ships

Here there are no rules
No restrictions to limit your freedoms
Here you are no one but yourself
A child with what some would call demons

Here they are anything but,
The one you call your friends
For this land is where they roam
The wild ones
Will always be let in
830 · Nov 2016
Atmospherical
Taylor Hahn Nov 2016
Gold in your veins
Lightning in your eyes
The earth
And the moon
Make up your disguise
You are one with the earth
Thunder
And air
I can feel your sweet touch through the atmosphere
582 · Oct 2016
Elements
Taylor Hahn Oct 2016
Drown me in seas that shake and
Burn me in fires that crackle like thunder
Smother me in winds that whip like a leash and
Destroy me with words so lovely they make my bones ache

Your love for me
was nothing short of spectacular
and the comedown
shall be nothing but the same
547 · Oct 2016
The Demise
Taylor Hahn Oct 2016
Tangled bedsheets
and coveted whispers
in dingy hotel rooms

breathy laughs
and half stolen glances from across the room

you are in love and I am lonely
we will soon be each others doom.
530 · Oct 2016
Six Winters
Taylor Hahn Oct 2016
Six winters have passed and my ribs still crack when someone speaks your name.

I can still feel the burn of your fingertips grazing the flesh of my hipbones like silk

Your lips igniting every atom in my lips as they touched my own

The filthy words you whispered to me in the still of the night, for only my ears to hear

Six winters have passed and I also remember the day you abruptly left

Instead of burning touches you left indifferent  icy coldness

No longer atoms exploding within me but shards of glass, splitting me open

No longer filthy words but the painful truth that you had found someone else

Six winters have passed and I can still hear the pathetic drip of my voice begging you to stay

Only to have the door remain shut in my face.
496 · Oct 2016
Dreams
Taylor Hahn Oct 2016
She stares out the window
Dreaming of much
She dreams of a lover
Dreams of his touch

Outside it is sunny
All shades of blue
Inside she sees gray
She's stuck in the gloom

She dreams of a lover
Dreams everyday
The dreams of another
Can't keep thoughts away

She goes to her bedroom
Swallows the pills
No longer thinking of paying the bills

She drifts off to sleep
Mind losing it's conscious
She dreams of a lover
But it no longer makes her nauseous
482 · Oct 2016
The Taste Of You
Taylor Hahn Oct 2016
The taste of you
on my teeth
is becoming the air I breathe
I wet my lips
I drink my tea
but the taste of you still makes me bleed

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