Faulty Stars

Time, time..

Precious time.

Coming in,

To say goodbye.

Keep your hand,

Rested in mine

As silk to sand,

Pours away time.

Make do with this

Make more of this,

So let go of time,

Let go this time.

By each pour down

The stars might falter,

By counting down

Our fates will alter..

So hold on tight

Hold steady your head

On my shoulder

And choose More

Instead.