I hate the feeling of dreaming a beautiful dream.
Knowing how happy you are while you're asleep.
The tug of reality yelling at you to wake up.
Waking and just knowing it would've been perfect,
If only you hadn't have been woken up.
But you were and as soon as you tried to recall how beautiful it was, you couldn't.
What you recall are clips of the show you binged last night,
And you question if your dream was truly just your dream at all.
It was so beautiful,
Yet it's lost as a memory dream of happiness that will never again be seen.
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PoetryThese words express different times in my life that left me feeling the need to write. I can't say everything you see in the beginning is what I feel now, but these are the words I can't always share stories.
