The Fall of Icarus

Am I loved?

Or am I not?

These are the questions that stick.

These are the questions

That never seem to click.

Whether we just saw each other

Or it’s been a year

Or maybe two,

It doesn’t even matter

You were always the glue

To my feathers.

They told me don’t fly high.

But how was that possible

Knowing, with you:

I can’t die.

Sure the glue melted

Ya I flew too high

But never would I dare to say

It was because of you that I died.

Because though I fell so hard

So soon

Never would I say I fell to my doom.

You answered my questions

And you gave me your time

It was just up to me

To adjust where I was to fly.

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