The hysterical Libra
Seems like an air sign,
An erratic phenomenon happens with the Sun and constellations.
Reflecting my harmony and balance,
Never ignored my inner voice.
Here comes the reality,
Followed never my inner-voice,
My mercurial frontal shrew.
While my mood swings in a bipolar fashion,
What a hysterical woman I am!
Those erratic waves of thoughts
That flaring up,
Equipped and on its way to blast,
Here I am
Pulling through my heart,
And keep them all settled only for a moment,
Ready to face the "I'm coming" ones.
This is what I think-BALANCED.
And that's how I roll.!!!