Lei mi piace troppo ma alla fine sto rimanendo inculato ancora prima di dichiararmi, eccone una poesia

BOAT

Theres so much wind,
My sail is trying to catch it all
But i gotta carry u behind
Ur anchor is not going to crawl

I know u love the seabed,
Ahead is where we must grind.
U cannot see my bled
Because u chose to be blind

If i try to lead
We will end up broken
And we will both finish with our dead
Was this really the end we chosen?


Fa schifo e non so manco se è la metafora giusta, forse l ho solo sviluppata male