Flew too close to the sun
And was left wading in the ocean
Singing songs by myself
About my lover's devotion
But did he really love me or was he
The wings that carried me to my doom
Melting away when things got hot
When I took up a little more room
Why was love the sun
And why was I the burden
Where were the boundaries
And what would that determine
What could I do to make you stay
Or do I even want you to
Why is a little time
All I even want from you
It doesn't hurt when you let go
Just when you forget to come back
Whispers of "he could've loved you"
And anxiety attacks
We flew too close to the sun
And I wade alone in the ocean
Humming songs to myself
Looking for my lover's devotion
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Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoetryLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
