Stress bouncing off the shoulder
Like a fairy into the blue evening
Vanishing like it wasn't even
there at all, Souls stay young, but body growing
Older, spinning into the the face of time,
Coated in paint are bright lies label truth,
like glass they cut deep making a wounded
and ART like a fresh breath of air for a deflating,
Lung, Stress holding a death grip at someone's neck
It won't lose until it's fairy friends are bouncing,
Off shoulders into the sun
into the night, Or the blue sea of the evening sky.
-ashes poetry
A/N a short poem about stress
That inspired me to write this,
Don't stress yourself out to much folks
You don't want to end up in the hospital,
Please take care of yourself xoxo:)
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Clouds poetry
PuisiTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022
