College graduate with a BA in Creative Writing.
Happy; joyful I’m on top of the world Nothing can stop me Sad; depressed One tiny thing happens I drown in a pit of sorrow
By Taylor Acklie7 years ago in Poets
Three months. Three months of bliss. Three months of undying affection. In all my life, I never thought that any boy could be attracted to me, until he came along. I'll never forget the night we met, but I wish I could.
By Taylor Acklie7 years ago in Humans