Bipolar
Bipolar
It’s 10:09 am when you open your eyes
Everything seems fine
Wiping the crust from the corners of your eye
You get out of bed and take your morning piss
10:30 hits as you rush to class
Taking the seat in the middle
For once, determined to be
A good student
Somewhere in the midst of the
Molecular theory of matter
You get hit with a wave of fog
C...
Saturday 1st April 2017 7:13 am
Misunderstood
Misunderstood
Time flies when we are together
Insinuating a good time was had
The wetter, the better the sex
The faster time goes
Piercing eyes that mesmerize me
Telling me what I want to know
Without realizing it was scripted
The reason behind my ignorance
Your eyes were glazed over
With misguided direction
My complex mind
A maze you can’t maneuv...
Saturday 1st April 2017 6:50 am
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