Saturday, August 17, 2019

Icarus

That feeling you call love
I don’t trust it
Enchanted hearts soaring 
Aloft on wax wings 
Under stark reality of daylight 
Exposed unforgiving sun
Infatuation melts away
But maybe that’s why they call it
Falling 
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Parched

 My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop

  • Unraveling
    wound up I try to gather   my loose strings frayed messy ends but you find a thread pull me  and here I am  unraveling in front of you  
  • nocturnal
    I fear that I’m a flower Who can only bloom In solitary darkness
  • Parched
     My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop