It is a fast you going slow,
I am now dull with a glow
Of emanating this waiting –
A bitter-pill that’s sedating.
I am taking your medication
That are fond memories taken
From not yet happening again
As you refrain as I was insane.
I have schizo-affective-disorder
With bipolar and I’m depressed,
I lapse any such sense of order
But you as you are so the best.
You are so better than the rest
As you got well with a digest
Of me a tasty taste being peachy
That is palatable being greedy.
You lapped me up with a need
Of so satisfying a greed of feed
Which I did heed with my seed
Of planting our panting a creed.
We both believed in Christianity
Which from a madness insanity
Of hypocrisy as I was so a thief
Transgressing ill against a belief.
I so stole your heart and it was mine,
You didn’t mind and thought it fine,
But I was so crazily out of my mind
And did not respect it being sublime.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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