Bipolar love longs for you today, breathes with relief when sees you not, tomorrow.
Bipolar love cries the tears for you now but when you\'re gone, it feels less than a vauge sorrow
Bipolar love\'s weak beating heart is trembling yet dogmatic, confused and all static, ridden with uncertainty.
Bipolar love lays beyond and above one\'s comprehension.
It will float like a feather at the sunrise, be shipwrecked by the time the last of the rays hides.
He said; \" I love you to the moon and back, in my arms I will carry you along the milky way.
The stars in all their bliss and glory will shine for us, love do not worry, they\'ll rejoice over your startling face.
Today my lover, you occupy my mind...
I pause and think the memories over and over again. And when I close my eyes, I hear your laugh, I see your smile... A sequence of endless moving snaps.
But tomorrow my mind feels empty...
Devoid of the pointless clutter and of the nonsense love filled chatter that only yesterday nested in my head.
Who are you to bore me so? To think my precious time could belong to you? I give no thought, I do not care about what I do or ever meant to you.
It\'s hollowness that settles in....
Anecdotal existence of forthcoming love.
Plight. Missed, solid ground.
Overrated, wishful trance.
For me girl, it\'s not a struggle but it is just yours burst bubble, you must take it as it comes.
Fairy left us and took its magic wand. So I feel empty truly and as I said I am really sorry, but tomorrow with you, I just cannot bond.
Still...today my lover, you occupy my mind......\"