"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.

I’m telling you, it’s not about the inability to smile
or the bad posture
it’s not about the lack of appetite or the dark circles under your eyes
you’ll get to sleep soon
a good, deep, fresh sleep that’ll nurture you back to sanity
or at least gaiety  
it’s just today,
I swear you’re still beautiful and blessed
the mirror might be making a cruel joke on you
but that’s just today
you’re no rat, okay?
(hell, even rats can be beautiful, but I still do think you are much more heavenly and beautiful than a rat)
maybe someone or something gritty poked a pin in and it’s
draining you all out
energy all out
shine all out
sense all out
but it’s just today and you can get it back tomorrow
or the next day
(though, don’t put it off too long or else you’ll be swimming with the sharks - and I’m not saying you’ll be one of the sharks, more like plankton for a feast)
you’ll get it back
you will
and it’s not about failing to get somewhere or getting somewhere to fail all over again,
it isn’t about failure
it isn’t about success either
it’s just about breathing because sometimes that’s all you can do
until maybe you get that good sleep and can grin again
like you used to

Good love
Will last you
All your life
Good love
Will last you
Till the end of time
Love everlasting
Feeling that
Good love
Moving
In your soul
That Good love
That can bring
You to your knees
That Good love
That can break
Your soul
Make you
Want to be better

Both hands of clocks,
on each passing hour,
clap childishly,
at the hour precise,
thinking, enigmatic time
was caught,
and arrested for ever,
at long last.
                    But  in every chime
we really hear, the gleeful laughter
of elusive time.