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.
through toil and chance
By Majorloserrr3
Poetry for the doers and the dreamers. Poetry for the lovers and the fighters. Poetry for the soul seeker and... More