"i have written you down. now, you will live forever."

I can't say the words, 

so I wrote you into my verse 

now you'll live through the ages...

I have written you down. now, you will live forever. 

// poet || bastille || 

she'd never tell you why she liked the word
b r a v e
  (the connotation evoked the feeling she desperately wanted: 
                                         a l i v e n e s s).

she'd never tell you why she always wore
b l u e
 (it reminded her of the ocean whose tides ebbed and flowed and
                r   a   g   e   d
                                    inside h e r) .

she’d never tell you why her disposition was 
n o c t u r n a l 

 (the moon always made her feel a little less lonely
  knowing there were a few certain people loving her to that distance
                                                           & b a c k).

she'd never tell you why her soul craved to write in
                 f r e e  ||  v e r s e
   (she knew that's how memories would never have the opportunity to escape
    and that you would never ever be able to 
                                                                        l e a v e).

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++ entries from these past few weeks, containing words on english dances, day excursions, pensive moods, bit of mail, quotes, & thoughts on love and life. 

xx
postscript // say "au revoir" to lottie. starting may 1st, I'm beginning my summer journal. :)