oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.
why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
Odysseus sailed 20 years to see his wife-
in doing so, destroying the man she loved.
why, why do we always pay?
our nature always leads us astray
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
When I looked at you I saw-
decades of pain and sorrow
I tried to hold you close
but you pushed me away
I dreamed and yearned for you
to find your peace
But it wasn't til he called you back
to that horrid place
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