Its funny how I am happy one minute
Then another I have reached my limit
On a monday I am scared and confused
On a Tuesday I am super amused
On a Wednesday the person i was yesterday is gone
And i become woebegone
Sometimes all I do is cry
Other times my feelings intensify
On a Thursday I am corrupted
I feel easily addicted
In the blink of an eye i become mean
Split seconds later I am hardly seen
On a friday I am suicidal
Then i become homicidal
I guess you can call me bipolar

The first day we met
He said Hey with his eyes
And I saw a Let's get to know each other in his smile
The second day
He gave a small wave and smile that gave him little crinkles close his eyes
The third day
I saw his brows furrow like they were trying to muster the courage to walk up to me
The palms keep smacking each other like they were fighting on who would get the first handshake with me
The fourth day
He did it he walked up to me
He said hey
He gave a nervous smile and asked would it be too much to get your number
He got it
Weeks and weeks I saw the clumsy side
The funny side
The charming side
Two months later
He had the same nervous smile he had on the fourth day
He had beads of sweat on his forehead
Then he asked" would you do me the honour and be my girl"
He got the girl