Stress with a mess.....

Life was given and it was bless

Now look at how she lives it...a mess

Bestowed upon her was a test only for her to take a guess...

We always questioned faith and never oursleves...

The directions we always put our heads....Stress

She tends to carry herslef as the best,

Impressing the boys as they press,

Conquests a reason to think less,

Numbers something to address,

Blowing kisses the boys bench pressed, do you ever believe in assertiveness?

All this is just stress...reasons for distress.

When you ask her a question she never confesses,

Ceases to amaze me the way she just be tripping,

Express yourslef and just be jolly...

Elite the way forward in society, reasons to excerise your morality,

Tight clothes just assets...becareful of the attraction....

So why still the stress?

Progress been made....No sign of protest

She now understands my interest "Protected"

Success is the movement "Suggest"

Retest only for her to make amends.

So how is the stress?