My faults could be sprawled across the skies and erasing them would not even be worth your tries.
Loving me comes with so much anguish and battle stands and yet you rest in comfort within these same pain inflicting hands.
There may or may not be resolution with potential pains that come with my affections. I just plea to you; I’m sorry, please continue to battle my rejections.
For my sights are set as far as I can see, and the horizon morning sun is set for you and me.