If you be my Icarus,
I shall be your sun,
Your temporary bliss.
I say, love me at your own peril.
Do not blame me,
when the waves embrace you.
But blame your zealousness in coming to close.
I was made to be loved from afar,
And not up close.
YOU ARE READING
through toil and chance
PoetryPoetry for the doers and the dreamers. Poetry for the lovers and the fighters. Poetry for the soul seeker and the self lover. Poetry for the misfits and the outcast. Poetry for the classicist and poetry for the modernist. Pictures featured are not...
