bipolar pt. 1
Location
94506
United States
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the thunder roars in every heartbeat
lightning strikes in my eyes,
rain pours with each cry out to God
to take my life away from me.
the flowers at the bottom of my throat are dead.
apparently, you can’t water flowers with vodka.
but God does not bless this Earth
with thunderstorms for nothing to follow.
so after the rain dries and my thunder dies down
the lightning in my eyes turns into light
from the sun,
and I turn out okay
and life goes on.
- bipolar pt. 1