To touch my life is to touch the sky. <br />I don’t exaggerate, <br />I don’t lie. <br />My wings are spread, <br />I’m ready to fly. <br />But instead I fall. <br />I fall and die.<br /><br />Crazylady Weirdo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reaching-out-4/
