When the stars refuse to align,
some might wait
wait for them to fall into place
or leave them be;
watch them drift away,
a chance lost to realms unknown
The fault lies in the cosmos,
the world will say,
and fate is a cruel mistress
But when the wind blows,
I will stand my ground
I am not a tide,
and the moon cannot move me
So I’ll ****** my hands through the clouds,
seize the cosmic strings,
and pull them into place
The cosmos has no say
and I will not let you float away.
To my love
The cosmos has no place in our love, what we build is ours and ours alone. I will not give the stars credit for the things we built with our own hands.