I watched the mist roll along the ground,
It was a cold and moonless night;
I thought I saw you standing there,
I knew that couldn't be right
But I seem to see you everywhere,
No matter where I go;
In light, in shadows, in the corner of my room,
In summer's sun and winter's snow
I got it bad and there is no cure,
It's a sickness they call love;
There's no medication, and frequently
The symptoms can get pretty rough
You see and hear things that aren't there,
But you want them to be there so bad;
Your mind plays tricks, and your heart plays along,
It's the alternative to going mad
So I'll keep playing this harmless game,
I'll pretend you're in love with me;
Who knows, maybe someday you'll play the game
And we'll both plead insanity!
Hello poet Lora. I don't remember if I read this before, But I did so enjoy it, I loved the last line, well done! Loyd
Nice! Love Insane I've been for years, lots of fun but lots of tears!
excellent writing maybe someday both will plat the game lovely thought i like this one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Insane and love. Wonderful!