Secyt Paraíso

A Boy With Roses

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 Offline)
  • Published: November 15th, 2021 19:25
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