Mood swing

by themyriad

It’s physics reallySwinging upAnd falling down freely I know,She is

capable of greatnessEven thoughHer act can

also be pretty outrageous When she’s

upGood glorious

godIt’s like

she’ll never stop But when she’s

down ohInfinity hitsHer heart

filled with sorrowHer head caught

in angry fits Can somebody pleaseTell her

everything will be alrightIn words

that she can believe? My dear, I know

what they say“Get a grip”This from

the people who think in greyThey don’t

realize they’re part of the trip Pushing the

swingInstigators and

heartbreakersCutting of

one, and then the other string So here’s a

toast to people whoFeel in

black and whiteHere’s to youWith your strong

sense of wrong and right High may you

swingAnd when you

next come downIt will only

herald the final leap before you take wing