Taylor Swift
and the songs that I relate to as a creative person.
Let's talk about two songs on
Taylor Swift's new album
That I can really relate
To as a creative person.
The first is thanK you aIMee.
She talks about all the pain
And hurt Kim caused
And put her through.
She is also thanking her.
She would not be where she is
Without her.
How many of us as writers
Or whatever your creative
Outlet is have experienced
Something like this.
I certainly have.
Bad things make great art.
If I had not went through
The experiences I have had
My writing would be different.
In my opinion it most likely
Would not be as good
Because the emotions would
Either be different or
Not there at all.
The line that gets me
Every time is
“There’s a moment of truth
That there wouldn’t be this
If there hadn’t been you”
The other song I want
To talk about
Is The Manuscript.
This song is perfect.
It was the perfect
Way to end the album.
It also sums up art.
Specifically for writing
In the line
“The professor said to
Write what you know
Looking backwards
Might be the only
Way to move forward.”
The last line is art.
“But the story
Isn’t mine anymore.”
When we release
Are writing or whatever
Medium it is
It is not ours anymore.
It is the audience.
It is theirs to interpret
It how they want.
These are the two songs
I wanted to talk about.
There is one more I
Didn’t include which is
I can do it with a broken heart.
If you have any thoughts
On that song
Leave them in the comments.
About the Creator
Jeremy White
I am from a small town. I have grown up surrounded by woods. I love to Write. I started out with poems. I did not start writing stories until I joined vocal. Writing stories is really fun. I have a Bachelors in Psychology.
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Comments (2)
"Bad things make great art." - Indeed.
I'm a hugeeeee Swiftie but unfortunately, I've not found the time to listen to all the songs on TTPD yet. Loved your poem!