Sometimes, it feels like I move on,
Years and years more,
One thousand miles towards adore,
To you and more,
Sometimes, you know,
More often than the usual more,
I hurt to be here more,
You fear someday I'll miss being there when it pours,
Overall, miss remaining ashore,
Somedays, more than the often more,
I fear I'll not be your 'for',
justify your 'no more amour'
And therefores,
Dear paperboats from pateint befores,
Score?
How many of your forevers
have I torn to forlorn,
How many of your forevers
have I furthermore,
Before, I hurt, fly to the foreshadow
Of some midnight more
Into some foreshore.