He said,
As he popped another pill.
I'm sorry,
But I cannot trust we aren't
Like Icarus
On a one-way course with disaster.
The sun is a goal we can aim for,
So bright,
But it burns if you try to touch it.
I'm sorry,
But I cannot believe it's nothing,
And sometimes
Things are just too good to be true.
"I won't let you fall,"
He said,
His eyes were somewhere distant.
I'm sorry,
You're my Icarus and
I won't
Let you drown me.















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