Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
I’m still yours.
Now my life is sweet like cinnamon 🪽
me after ghosting tumblr for days
An icy, hollow bed
Where i lay down to sleep
A coffin as the bedframe
And earth as my sheets
My brother says goodnight to me
My father tucks me in
My mother sings a lullaby
About things that could have been
The world has never looked so gray
Or that is how is seems
As mother whispers in my ear
"Goodnight," she cries, "sweet dreams."