It's hot but it's cold in my little red house (cw: mature themes)

SOFIA

Ashes cool, Suns set.

It was nearly a month ago When I called and said we were through By lucky

a simpler poem that's close to my heart

//I wonder if the stars ever look down at us? //

There will be days when tomorrow feels like a prison sentence.

I was held gently. I was told I was special.

Music-box notes/ Like bluebirds float/ On wings lifted up by the wind.

I heard the echo of a dismal note/ From the place where lost things go.

You cannot be peaceful/ Until you know violence.

tw !! implied death ... a place between knowledge and insanity ... the space between us

I'm new to commaful and thought I should introduce myself. I'd love it if you would say hello!

There's something I've been meaning to say.