you are like the sun
shining brigther than anything in the world
more beautiful than anything
shining your light on other
you only have two things that aren't perfect
two kind of people can't survive you
the first,
the one you bring shadows
blinded by your light
they look for approval
only to find a void
to scream in
to get lost in
to die in
than you have the second one,
the icarus
desperately trying to keep up
Burning his wings in the proces
You are my mum
you are a sun
I am you son
I am an icarus
I can't please you
I slowly burn my wings
I slowly fall down
I slowly lose you
you slowly lose me
I will crash into the sea
never to be found again
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the consequences of life
PoetryLife is something magical. Life is something beautiful. Life is something frightening. Life is something addictive. Life is something...... a new bundle of my poems following living a lie. I will be posting new poems and maybe some changed old ones...