but everytime I try,
I fall,
wings ripped from my grasp,
held in front of my face,
testing my strength,
I reach out for a rose,
but I just fell short,
rose was in heights beyond my reach,
destiny had different plans,
poked by tiny little horns
testing my sanity.
with prays for a rainbow to appears before my eyes,
I let the fears go
without much of tear flows,
all because of what i thought i seen,
wanting to fly with angels wings.
wasn't to be this time, atleast just yet..
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