Poems from sophiafdez
Though I stumble,
Though I tumble,
It's because of you that my head is up high.
The light in the dark,
A hand that leads.
If I call on...
Long lasting?
Only a few actively search
Very few preserve themselves, Yet many can go without fasting
Everyone longs for satisfaction, but...
Monday’s are depicted as tiresome,
Where the weekend of fun ends.
The rest of the week then seems like a drag,
lazily carrying yourself...