If I were Icarus, instead of wings, all I would make are poems about heaven

I can't help thinking you are the star

Where I am the winged thing

And I just don't know when to stop.

Not even after

The blinding, burning ball of light you are

Blesses the me in its path,

Becomes too unbearable to touch;

Still I will pine after you.

If I were Icarus, instead of wings,

all I would make are

poems about heaven, hell, and never knowing the difference

Author's Note

And it's here! Welcome to 'I can't help thinking you are the star'. These poems are so so so special to me and I can't for you all to go on this journey with me. Thank you for all your support and hype! Speaking of, this poem is dedicated to njfoxwrites for supporting me unconditionally on here, Instagram, and any other platform I explore. I appreciate you!

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