Figment of My Sublimination

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.