my heart, my soul, a representation of both
if only pixels on a screen and ink on paper

would that my heart really did
have wings to fly

fly so far away, with me down
below, waving goodbye

off to see the world, a place
bigger than us both

as i set it free,
to burn up in the atmosphere,
like icharus once did

but only should it fly too far

and that's the problem, isn't it?
expectations soar, but reality is the sun,
melting our wings should we fly too high

but instead of plummeting to earth,
we're left standing, alone...

with nothing but a hole
where our heart once was