AM

I'm not good
I'm not even good at writing
writing poems
but
the music slowly gets
slowly gets louder
Louder.
Also my thoughts
They also get louder
because memories know
memories know how to scream
You, you.
yes
I haven't met
I haven't met you yet
but, love
Love, I miss you.
And I
I crave your touch
your kiss
your love.
Because I'm not
Not good at showing
Showing feelings
but, babe, you
you
You make me want to
You make me want to scream out
all of my thoughts.
And, no
I'm just
I'm just going crazy.
And, babe,
yes
I know
We haven't met
But I
I already cried your lost

Icarus

Icarus is flying
Flying way up high
Watching the sun
Touching the skies

Icarus is flying
Flying way up high
His wings 
Open up wide

Icarus is flying
Flying way up high
He saw the stars
He saw the lands

Icarus is flying
Flying way up high
Each time reaching higher
And what about the wax?

Icarus is flying
Flying way up high
Icarus is falling
He's falling apart