My dreams of you never pertained to anything true.
Yet I'm deceived through and through.
Feeding me emotions and love potions will not keep me balanced even when
your image fades.
Someone as beautiful as you can't persuade the loneliness of a decade.
My dreams of you are my curse.
To take back these dreams to reality will unravel the worst.
Taking me back to every conversation in detail I now rehearse.
So I hang on to every word even now no matter how absurd.
Taking in consideration that she is a figment of my imagination and nothing
more than a fixation.
My pain falls on deaf ears.
Now my impaired dreams become my fears