if you can’t hold together

whether anywhere or anywhen

ill always try, with all my life,

to make you whole again.

but if you decide to fall behind

and cut your own gash, and rips

we might see a time, where i can’t find

a single piece that fits

Mine

What would you do with the stars

What good does it do, to own them

Away in the sky so far,

How could you ever hold them

They dont need your divinity

On their elliptic track

You could never help them

And they'd never help you back