Cammul123 :
Icarus -by me, written Jan. 6, 2025
Maybe Icarus knew what he was doing all along, I too knew I would be hurt but I chose to fly anyway. Because love and life and passion will forever be worth the burning of my wings, for they are made of wax and can be molded again, maybe one day I’ll learn to use metal so I stop falling to my death each time I feel the warmth of love. But I am doomed to forever crave the touch of passion, the fires of love, and the warmth of poetry… I crave to one day be another poets muse, but until then, I shall be the poet doomed to fall, at the slightest warmth of compassion, so melt my wings again, I’ll survive the fall, give me a reason to fly and, I’ll give you my all.
2025-08-16 07:04:00