My Head In The Clouds..... Poem by Her Name Is Taylor

the teacher would stomp her
foot on the ground
clear her throat, echo my name
and get a kid to nudge a flimsy shoulder of mine
and I stare at my desk, feeling dizzy and drunk
and wondering........


the kids would take turns to repeat the blurred
word: 'taylor, taylor, taylor'
and I would stare at my desk, my head & heart
not impressed
with their unsuccesful song
and i feel rolled eyes, and
and frustrated sighs
and I wonder if I should wake up from this
dream, blush, and apologize
but the dream is not done
and I stare at my desk wondering......

A movie with an ending unknown by the director, clouds
my vision and takes over my soul
and you stand there with a face almost like an
angel
and I stand there waiting for an explanation
for ruining my life with your flickering light
and never say a word...in the real world
but in my dream you seem to be singing a tune of me's and you's
and I stand there wanting to say something, too
but fear and hope is fighting a civil war in my head
and I am drifting slowly into english class
when I thought I should be with you instead
and the fear wins, but the war is not over
because my head is coming back down
but my heart is still trying to fight her way out of the clouds