That one second
turns to a minute,  
And a minute,
to an hour.
The hour to a day,
A week
A month
A year.
All my time goes to a hopeless cause.
But spring could turn to summer
in three months.
Now I have to wait.
...
I cant take it!
I close my eyes.
Your face melts my brain.
I can't breathe.
Im sick with the thought of you.
So many outcomes
To the next chapter of you and me.
This could end me,
It could begin us.
The unknowing hand of time,
Will write the rest of the story.
So I'll keep dreaming.
And when the glorious day comes,
I hope i get to hold your hand.