finished Bipolar

Bipolar

Today I woke up to a melodic tone escaping my phone, ready to address the usual. Usually lacking the set to reset my mind, needing folded hands giving reverence, Lord I pray for consistency. Amen! They stepped on matted letters outside of my front door to welcome what's next as I smile to confuse what looks scrambled. This must have been an up because I pulled up to a mouth filled with rewrapped plans, lined with embrace, and glossed with a touch of red greet. I knew this wasn't new and my mind knew that this beating shell shape had reached the sell by due date... It was spoil. Nevertheless, the fact that failure. had relocated further away from success somehow convinced me to expect a good turnout. And what turned out to be a turnout led to another let down. No first, just down and the commentators said he carried the ball well. This was no Saturday night game or was it? I question this and my answers become scrambled once again, wiping away those greetings that were intended for waves. Hello to another day or days polar sway...sometimes short of the option to choose between North and South...Either way, I'm never prepared. I hate this bipolar piercing stare given when I walk into the courtroom of your conscious blare. And I can hear it...you think I'm crazy, don't you? Now before the jury examines this bipolar relationship do me a favor and step away from my naturally lined lips. BC this did all start with just a kiss.

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