the end. the beggining.

[littleg0thgirl]

Night Orchid

Child of darkness
Curve of her blood red tips
Broken mirrors
of her dark eyes
The rawness of her soul

Tracing the intricacy
of her imperfections
Moonlight kissing
her wilting petals
The soft bruises
on her skin

The vulnerability
of her nakedness
Show marks where
you lay your fingers
And scars
where you lay
your lips

To move her
is to crush her
to break her
To love her
is her death

In the creeping
of the colors
of the morn

The sun's fingers
touch your bodies
The dawn steals away
all the beauty of
her sadness

(it is the end of her life,
the beggining of yours)

maybe tonight is the night i break free.. :)