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Taylor Swift wrote a poem for Vogue and, um, she’s no William Shakespeare – A N I T H
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Taylor Swift wrote a poem for Vogue and, um, she’s no William Shakespeare

Taylor Swift wrote a poem for Vogue and, um, she’s no William Shakespeare


Did you know that Taylor Swift reinvented herself? Lol, ‘course you did. But, Swift has gone and penned a poem about reinvention and “moving on” just to make doubly sure that everyone is aware of her metamorphosis. 

Swift wrote the exclusive poem for British Vogue to coincide with her cover shoot for the January issue of the magazine. Entitled “The Trick to Holding On,” Swift’s poem makes reference to people who’ve betrayed and hurt her in some way. Poor Taylor. 

Per Vogue, the poem follows the theme of Swift’s cover shoot for the magazine, which “reflects on the lessons learned as she moves into the next chapter of her life.” 

Swift’s poem is no Shakespearean sonnet, that’s for sure. But—just like her Reputation album—it rather elusively hints at the misdeeds of former friends who’ve betrayed her. 

Read it for yourself:

Let go of the ones who hurt you
Let go of the ones you outgrow
Let go of the words they hurl your way
as you’re walking out the door
The only thing cut and dry
In this hedge-maze life
Is the fact that their words will cut
but your tears will dry

They don’t tell you this when you are young
You can’t hold on to everything
Can’t show up for everyone
You pick your poison
Or your cure
Phone numbers you know by heart
And the ones you don’t answer any more

Hold on to the faint recognition in
the eye of a stranger
As it catches you in its lustrous net
How quickly we become intertwined
How wonderful it is to forget
All the times your intuition failed you
But it hasn’t killed you yet
Hold on to childlike whims and moonlight swims and your blazing self-respect

And if you drive the roads of this town
Ones you’ve gone down so many times before
Flashback to all the times
Life nearly ran you off the road
But tonight your hand is steady
Suddenly you’ll know
The trick to holding on
Was all that letting go 

Look what you made her do.



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Anith Gopal
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