Hourglass Poem by Miika Kaltiainen

Too long ago I have not cried for one day.
I feel like hourglass and my time slips away.

Now I'm lost in my mind because of you, so I want to know.
What are your intentions and can this really grow.

Is this life just book of broken dreams, or something more.
Can someone find equal, that understands and to adore.

This crumpled paper no longer gets stretched, so do you still believe.
That we can hold hands in darkness, under the stars and you won't leave?