I
used to aimlessly roam,
On
my own feeling alone,
Looking
for some company
From
an attractive Honey,
But
I was mad with Bipolar
Looking
for a nice shoulder
To
cry away my sad tears
For
being insane for years.
I
was very confrontational
While
outside on the pull,
I
would offer males a fight
As
I had an insane might.
I
regret how I was and am
With
a forgiveness wisdom.
©
Andrew Stevenson 10/11/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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