You brought me your broken wings.
Wings built from all your excuses,
Excuses glued together by false pride.
Pride is what ruined you.
You know? the one I once held so dear.
Dear beloved, my Icarus, whose eyes shone,
Shone like the sun that doomed you..
You gave away everything.
Everything we wanted.
Wanted..thats right, it’s all in the past.
Past mistakes and choices I hope haunt you still.
Still ...