The melting wax from Icarus' wings drip
Into the flaming hot sea, and he remembers his father's words
And I remember them like a heirloom, the summer that never lasted
Embracing the ghost of youth
A story passed on through the trenches
Don't tell me when I don't want to hear it
Don't want to believe it, the sun has said its last goodbye
A priceless smile leaving the room
A radiant halo fading into the sacred day
I look into the dark but I'm not afraid.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 15th, 2021 19:25
- Category: Unclassified
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