Swift as a Coursing River


Her hair, the way is frames her face

Her stance, the way it commands attention

Her confidence, the way it tightens their loose lips 


The flow of notes from her keyboard

The soft melody created by the hum of her voice

The swift strum of her guitar


Country music at "Fifteen"

Pop at "22"

Miss Americana has made the world her stage 


Red lips, blonde hair, and a support system of seven billion

She plays the soundtrack to my mornings, noons, and nights

The inspiration that shakes me awake, my "White Horse" in the dark



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