Do shadows cry?

Dark skies Crystal droplets Hitting my window. There I see it Hiding within me My shadow. Staring into my eyes Shades of blue and green Looking back at me. I notice nothing but How dark they’ve gotten Dead like the sea. I try to get them to lighten Droplets are now falling Falling onto my

Bipolar 2

I hate being bipolarOne minute, I feel as high as a high rollerThe next, I am screaming at the oncoming darkness“NO NO NO you aren’t taking me this time.”I yell with intensnessBut without a doubt, no matter how hard I fight or how loud I screamI drown in the dark.

Era’s?

I like to add milk and honey to my tea. I like to write at 2am in my nightgown by candlelight. I like to take strolls in the rose gardens in dramatic dresses. I like to be courted like I am in a old romance novel. I like to pick flowers and cook homemade meals.