Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Call me mad
Maybe i am
It cant be that bad
Although it's still sad
That she can't tell facts...
She'd like to know;
Where do you draw the line between faith and delusion?
When do you tone down your expectation?
Why did she bow low to the situation?
She'd heard that hope in the hands of the naive was toxic
Yet she's fed herself on and was now obese from the toxins.
The fantasy was in her head
His voice was all she heard
Just his silhouette was all she had. 
His treasured heart probably belonged to another
Yet in her mind,
Time was sure to bring them together
And merry they'd be forever 
Delusional! Delusional little miss...
Or if you may,
Woman of faith!
Like a creeping thing he'd crept up on her and grabbed her attention without intention.
From millions of miles away he held onto her tight without even touching her
He was all over her thoughts like a rash and there's no shaking him.
He was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
And she was afraid to lose him,
Although she'd never had him
She wasn't about to let him go.
Maybe she's crazy.
Or maybe she just has faith