My Christmas bipolar Haze

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 )

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lies and oaths

lying together,

enveloped in each others arms,

we swore oaths to the stars and the years yet to unfold,

lying together …