29 May 2009

Icarus


despite my greatest efforts to stay free and ride the wind
i always tend to fall when you come close
near you i can't handle flying and i'm bound to lose control
i'm turning into Icarus, who flew too near the sun and drowned
you melt the wax that made my wings
but in truth
maybe that's only what i thought.

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