8/9/16

Bipolar Seizure

If a heart can be measured
I wonder how
They never told me before
Long before sun rises

Two hands clap at the same time
Catching bees and flower
Upgrading my fingers to solitude colour
The red with a little hot one

Seize me up
Seize my heart up
There's an abnormal result

Not as good as baby's heart
But it seems as bad as oldies heart

Seize me up
Seize my heart up
There's a flaw in my lung

Better the smokes vanish
Or hiding

Seize me up
Seize my heart up
Till there's a spoon to my plate

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