Throw your head back again
And sing out again
There is something wrong with the way it looks
There is something right with the way you do that
Never would I have imagined
Thinking like this
Nor should I be thinking these thoughts
Talking in my sleep
Or am I sleeping as I talk
What is it called at this age?
What is it called at this time?
A crush, Insomnia
A rush, A lot on my mind
My minds on a lot
Of things I would
Do to you, say to you, do for you
I would not though
For it’s a crush, a rush
Insomnia, with a lot on my mind
'A Lot'....more than a crush...perhaps. Methinks.....you've fooled around.....and fell....in love!
Wow! I've experienced that feeling.When I can't sleep I pour myself a glass of milk, light a candle and sit in the darkened living room.Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When there is a lot on mind, one becomes insomniac. Lorraine has given some good suggestions. Regards Naseer