#5

On my quest of finding this treasure

I believed that it was you

Cuz you were the gold

The silver the diamond I never knew

And the thing about treasure

Is that you don't want to share

Never wanted you to know this

But I am insecure

Those 3am talks

Those marine line walks

Those unexpected calls were so mature

Yet your expressions so trivial

Your thoughts so bizarre

Your worries so obnoxious 

And anxiety so surreal

That sometimes I wonder

 what is real? 

And as this quest intensified within us

I got to know the demons

And I got to know the evil 

I could feel the chaos

But I chose to love the devil

Then slowly but deeply

We developed this unreal rapport

And we didn't need words 

To tell our daily report

Then the things better said 

Remained inside the head 

And yes both of us knew 

But they remained unsaid

Rapport told us things 

Which would bring imbalance

And then it became a curse 

When we opted for silence

Maybe it's not me

And maybe it's not you

But I don't want you to evolve 

Cuz you are a paradox

I'd never wanna solve