Friday, July 11, 2014

My Stress

Oh, Stress! You come every time So fresh! You swiftly become mine Each day you remind me The sweetness that glory can be By the end of the day You hinder the rest, I wanna be Let me love you Please work for me Though I hate you Please don't ruin me. You give these many gifts Silver hair, Wrinkles Worries and enemies In as much, as is my faith You come preparing me Be the best among my friends Go on, I won't let your way By how much you love me You come and stay everyday Challenging me each and every way You are the scorching sunlight Without you, I feel no might But if you lay not much I can do and thank you very much

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