The dreams about you were the best I've ever had
The things i saw made me glad
In my dreams i saw different you
Things were different things were new.To wake up from those dreams was the hardest thing to do
Even After I woke up my mind wandered to the dream of you.
I hope you could be the same with me in the reality,
But somewhere i knew that the new you was only possible in my fantasies.I always want to talk about those dreams and never want to stop,
But at the same time thinking about them annoys me a lot.
Shifting between two answers I frustrate my mind
Weird, that I can't decide whether i want them in, or out of my lifeDreams are good nightmares are bad
Thinking in which category do these belongs, makes me mad.
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Alexithymia
PoetryAlexithymia- an inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. To express my emotions is something I don't know, how to do My thoughts are heard by many but, understood by few The thing happening with me is something new, I think ALEXITHYMIA is...