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Why Did I Dream About You?
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Sorrow (I'm Hurting) Searching for the correct words to describe it,
all I can ever reach are absurdities.
I ask myself, "Why did I dream about you in the first place
even though you're gone?"
Earlier turning in for the night
I came totally unprepared to this "nightly attack."
I tossed and turned while I slept; meanwhile
mental images were there before me.
In truth, they were pleasant images of you even
though I thought I consciously accepted all the
things that happened to me
and because of it, I kept going forward.
I thought I went and left you behind me.
But these nightly dreams could give me chance I thought.
I believed I could reach you in some possible way.
Seeing your back made me happy.
I wanted to extend my hands to at least touch you.
I stupidly judged the situation as real.
Could I say it before the dream ends?
If not, how about your face? At least your face would do.
I want to see it.
But then suddenly I awake which then sullenly makes
me a helpless fool.
Even though you're away, at least it was a nice dream.
OMG, I know just how you feel... I've been in this situation.
keep it up....
wow i really liked this one.it's a great poem...know how ya feel am in that state right now...dream about the same person every night even thought we're not together and i dunno why it doesn't make sense to me...
Yeah, but sometimes all you have are dreams, especially when you can't have someone you want. I know that feeling better than anyone. Dreams can be so great, but waking up from them can make things worse because you feel as though you know what you're missing now.