With wings of wax
You learned to fly
Everyone looked your way
You liked the attention
And not to mention
Their endless words of praise
You tried so hard
Impressing them all
That one day you flew too high
Your wings melt from the sun
You fall and no one
Saves you, or even tries
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Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryThings I never said, but probably should have.
