Recurring dreams
Someone decipher what these mean.
Perhaps, they are premonitions,
Perfectly predicting a passion between us two.
Perhaps, you feel the same way as I do,
And you don’t even know it.
Or perhaps, you don’t know how to show it.

These recurring dreams
Are these real as they seem to be?
Yes.
No.
Maybe so.
Is there meant to be a “you and me”?
A “you and me” contently coexisting in carefree bliss.
Showering me with love and affection
As you lure me in for a sweltering kiss.

But if it’s only a dream
Why does it seem so real?
Realistic remnants of our romanticism
Leaves no room for skepticism
That our love wasn’t meant to be.
Or perhaps, it was only just a dream.

Perhaps, they are simply figments of my imagination.
No more contemplation
Of images in my subliminal state
Images that will never relate
Ever to my entire existence.