Bipolar
You had your days Sometimes, you smile and cry And grin and blink, all at the same time But you, my Jason Patrick You’re hard to decipher Like the clear skies at night Stars gleaming, moon shines All suddenly, you pour your heaviest drops Then bring forth your coziest warmth You are both poles of my sphere and the core—the melted iron within And whatever I do, I’ll keep coming back to you