being with you
felt like
being icarus.
only
if icarus had stayed at the sun
and stared it
in the face.
you were
my sun
but
you burned
my wings off.
and so i plunged
deeply
into space
with my head
on the brink
of explosion.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
being with you
felt like
being icarus.
only
if icarus had stayed at the sun
and stared it
in the face.
you were
my sun
but
you burned
my wings off.
and so i plunged
deeply
into space
with my head
on the brink
of explosion.
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