they call me another icarus
do they not know?
i know the feeling of water pouring into my lungs and the lull of the waves pushing me under the surface of what is known
i invite it now
my wings are fashioned from the finest metal
my skin is already blistered from the heat
i merely bathe in a star's warmth
i have already passed trials just as harrowing
and learned from the failures that have sent me falling
i have made myself for a test such as this
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Ποίηση"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
