"I'd go
Beyond our
Fighting
Borders
If you needed that
From
Me."

But I can tell
That
We won't ever
Reach
Where I want
Us
To
Be.

Nothing will continue.
You don't like it.
Don't like me.
Not my eyes, not my clothes.
No matter how long I get them ready
In
The
Early
Morning

Before the birds get up.

You like her.
Before the sunrise,
You like her.
Before she even texts you
"Good morning."
You like her.

And I still like
You.

And I have sailed
1,000 ships
To
You.

But my messages don't
Seem
To
Make
It
Through.