Icarus
Wings of wax and feathers plucked
From your breast (not literal, mind)
But it sure felt like I was flying
We’d laugh and you’d call me Icarus
Always in danger of being
Too close to the sun
And I did fall;
Though I didn’t melt.
I froze
In the cold and lonely air
and each push into the sky
Shattered my brittle wings
That bit more
Where’s my pride,
When I see you fly away
And the feathers
Left to remember you by
Are all ruined
