[14] - monday's child.

「 pursuing happiness. 」

state of grace (acoustic version), ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ, 01.13

the clouds are high, the sky is fair,

so is the breeze of this crisp midday air.

september looms with autumn not far behind;

a year passed the sadness I once did find.

my shoes are black, my skirt is green,

so are the fields these eyes have seen.

at peace amidst new friends and old foes,

this i write with a book in my pocket (but nobody knows).

third year freshman, ninth grade little woman,

who walked the road less taken, and now she runs.

new love, new soul, new mind, new heart,

crestfallen but true, once more I'll start.