Star-Crossed Sunrise

I'm really proud of this one.


Only the aesthetic sweethearts can craft poisons that are
like toxic sugar to soft, liquorice bed sheets. Valentines
that need no sickly antidote; that need nothing but sensation
and romantic salvation. Even welcomed disease requires velvet
medication for pretty ragdoll hearts. Her phoenix tears
bewitch those who draw themselves close enough to taste her
disenchanted eyelashes; lapping up the tragedy from her
tattered, pink cheeks. It's always been the tropical curse
of the sensitive souls, to bleed scarlet enigma from their
magical core; but has never been characteristic of a sweet,
claustrophobic princess. She might not be an angel, but
she's sure able to spin purity from her flickering faerie
wings. Cryptic eyes saturated in gorgeous green always
reflecting her appafly light; seductive as the oaken sunrise.

Her tissue paper tourniquets are only strengthened by pure
affection, and flittering butterflies pressed to her lipstick
stained lips. She keeps a magnificent treasure trove of
fragile emotions locked up in her chest; only for her lover's
eyes. Around her neck, she holds close the key to her heart
but dares not entrust its mystical powers to anyone but him.
He is the one person for whom she will remove her delicate
masquerade, for him to gaze upon her ethereal beauty. They
are missing pieces of an elaborate jigsaw, capturing the
hypnotic illusion of Autumnal veins and midsummer hearts.
The after image of their sun drenched pillows and crumpled
blankets. Midnight fell and moonlight bathed their sleepy
shapes. Violet silk clings to her figure, but he sees her
dressed in nothing but the star-crossed gown she deserves...

Gorgeous. Fucking beautiful. You should be proud.

That is incredibly beautiful.

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Thank you everyone

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
That's so so so so so beautiful.