My Christmas bipolar Haze … …
watching the stars fall,
ablaze,
scorching these nights,
the manic days,
and,
yet she remains,
a constant,
a bulwark,
an anchor,
in my bipolar haze …
( merry Christmas to all )
Archive for December 25, 2017
lying together,
enveloped in each others arms,
we swore oaths to the stars and the years yet to unfold,
lying together …
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