Sometimes she just wants to fade away
like star dust into outer space
and like the colors on a canvas
washed away by the rain.
Erased from the world, quietly
and no one will ever spare a second glance
because she's standing beside them
with a familiar smile upon her face
And no one realizes her pieces are crumbling,
soul buried in demons it will never escape.
Sometimes she just wants to fade away
into the darkness that consumes all the pain.
Silently, like the last butterfly in summer,
and no one will notice how empty the eyes
because the painted mask of colors on her wings
catches all the sunlight as she leaves.
And they will say:
She was happy, the most carefree one,
They never saw the tears on her wilted flowers,
They never knew the brightest things will burn out like the sun,
They never thought that she would choose to leave this way.
Even she never knew she was fading away
like a star no one notices until it's gone
And when she realized that her light had begun to fade
She took her final breath and let herself dissipate
Because she never deserved to shine anyways.
YOU ARE READING
On Icarus Wings
Poetrybut what became of the boy whose dreams were carried on broken angel wings?
