Out of pressure //Poem

I hate it when I am on pressure
This kind of feelings killed my zeal
It where I got no used of myself like I am on a wrong lane
Moved not bravery but on silence

Best of luck to the days I lift higher
To the young old days and fashioned
To the greatest self and my passion
I need to recall more about each best days on my Mansion

I treasure all those times which I wasn't on pressure
I wish it could push up all the pressure on me
To remain brave and not in shaking mind
I want myself big as before like I missed those good days now

Exactly as the man says
that I shouldn't do away all of it on my mind but to follow it slowly so that I would not be hurt in all the story's
It seems I refused and now I am battling to reset all of those things
This let me to the pressure I am feeling on top of my feet

I need a better now and tomorrow
Is time I look out of the window
To watch how the bird's flys, how the sky shines and where to see the beauty of the wind

With myself I am all good
without myself I am not good
Do not leave me myself
I still need you to be good

When the bell dung it was in the morning
I would never forget the beautiful morning
when you blossom to me like a flower
I smile because I missed your smiles

When you smile back at me It surely make my heart beating
To be moon like an aeroplane
In the road like a car
but where are you now to take this action out of me

I need no more pressure
I want to be cooler than no measure
Speak to me that you have heard all I have said
And I will be glad to put all of it in my heart.

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