[14] - monday's child.

「 venice. 」

matilda, ʜᴀʀʀʏ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇꜱ, 01.16

she is a song that's never been sung,

she is an ornament that's never been hung.

she is a brand new dress in a vintage store.

and an uncrashed wave on a northern shore.

she is ever newborn star shining up high,

yet which is unseen in the vast night sky.

she is a book with untouched pages,

written yet unread for years and ages.

she is the ballad i sang for radio,

she is the bell shining with christmas dayglow.

she is my favourite frock on a sunny day,

and the riptide that takes my breath away .

she is the constellation that will tell the world

not to clip one's wings 'til they're fully unfurled.

she is the loveliest plot twist i've every read,

and i love her more than words allow to be said.

sealed with my love, a hug, and a kiss --

to the piece of my heart that i left in venice.