It felt like I was reachingstretchingfor something just beyond my reacha Fireballbeamingheld so highmy fingertipscan barely feel the heatI want it to ..
Its as if I was under constant attackNot by others but with my mindHappiness was my enemyI had fear that had been built up over agesAnd I hate to admi..
Would you paint me a novel?if I askedsweet like summerwinds and tall grasswould you kiss me a letter?one with enough letters to lastin black inkif you..