Time hovers over us
just the way that storms loom
I pray that a little rain can't make our hearts rust
that our love will always be one true
I feel like time is always limited
despite how much I spend with you
time hides like a monster beneath my bed
waiting to take me away from you
as much as I try to save it
time is a currency you don't always pick how to spend
I feel like I'm always reaching for it
but it always comes to an end
I'll keep on reaching as long as the clocks keep on ticking
as long as my heart remains the one that yours keeps on picking
Originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (Rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)