I would be this gentle mist that lingers
On autumn’s flowered field—
Yet I wish I could be a golden sunbeam,
Painting my lover's lashes in a gilded haze.
But that is not me. With gentle kisses,
I **** the summer’s flowers;
I am the coldness they fear.
I wrap the earth within my arms, but blind its sight—
My love summons winter’s night to arrive,
Stilling the pulse of all that once breathed life.
I swear my love brings death to every chamber,
But maybe that is the price we’re meant to pay.
For love and pain have always been entwined,
And when we bleed, as everyone must one day,
We will bleed as one.

-Sonja Kettunen (ig: @sojafoxpoetry)

If you said the spark was gone,
I'd set myself on fire.
I’d plunge into the darkest depths of my soul,
if ever you were to fade from my side.
When death parts us, as it one day must,
I’d search for you in heaven,
and if I found you not,
I’d cast myself into hell’s fire,
For I’ve already cradled heaven in my arms.
I’d forsake myself to keep you near,
And in doing so,
I’d become The very shadow of my deepest fears

-Sonja Kettunen (IG: @sojafoxpoetry)