You know it's the...bi polars..
when hate....is love...down is up.
Imagine..manic each Monday..flying
.. with no wings..and making it...
slowly to the top..just to slide quickly down...
You know what...the triggers..are..
and..because...she/he loves you...
he\she pulls..them in circles..lovingly..
she does...still backwards is so..
frontwards..maybe they know..
but because she\he loves you..he/she
knows you grow..as out words
as a person can grow..because...
she/he loves you..and then I...know the..
joys of when...she is so bi polar..
Being simply he
and she smiles
i am some one that you what with, 'as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem