dreamer

dreamer

When I spoke of you,
I always said that
You were the dreamer,
Not I.

I used to truly think,
In the midst of your travels
You were avoiding life,
Seeing through a confused heart.

And I realize now,
I was the dreamer.
I thought I knew,
But I never did.

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