Thursday, January 8, 2009

Wax Wings



I had a teacher who made me drop my walls
and open my heart and soul.

We touched Lust's fire as we flew too close to the sun.

We lost Love falling burned and smouldering back to the ground.

Neither one reaching out to the other to steady the fall;
wax wings laying useless at our sides.
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