May 2012
You are the sun
that melts the wax
upon
my borrowed wings
and I cast down
as Icarus
before me fell
fear not the ground
but only
that you
will not be there...
to catch me.
that melts the wax
upon
my borrowed wings
and I cast down
as Icarus
before me fell
fear not the ground
but only
that you
will not be there...
to catch me.
