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)