The Burden Of Icarus
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ladyhorizon94
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A short poet thingy

The Burden Of Icarus

You are the sun. Free, radiating, beautiful.

Your golden fire and light attracts them. The butterflies holding on to your every word.

I am holding back my wax wings. No more, i whisper. No more.

For they have melted before.

And my light is dim, fading away. I can’t grow them back.

I am the moon, hiding in the night. Chained by doubts. I run away from butterflies: i can’t light their way.

Moon is the part i was meant to play.

I don’t mind it.

But I never want to have the burden of Icarus

Upon me.

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