I know of you, 
And you know of me, 
Whispering this isn't true, 
When I care of only being free, 
I think of you, 
And you think of me, 
So complex and irrelevant, 
A heart mold for the night, 
The moon lit with nor a crescent, 
But by candlelight, 
The sun shine but no blaze, 
Not for eyes to see, 
When blinded pupils fail to graze, 
We feel as if we were the sea, 
I dream of you, 
And you dream of me, 
The waves of a thousand words follow through, 
When all I did was think of leave, 
You planted your heart in the sand, 
Mine bears within the dirt, 
They're both sunken upon the land, 
But mine is deeper in the earth, 
 I no longer breathe for you, 
And you seek no longer for me, 
Mornings arise and days resume, 
No longer blinded, I long to see 
Final thought of love, 
Through this curious mind, 
I've believe theres not enough, 
But I think once upon time, 
I know of you, 
You know of me.                
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