Beautiful Things (Slowed)

I keep saying I'll be there by 10,
Then the sunset changes my plans again.
I just love the beautiful face,
And all the joy they can bring.
It's a blessing and it's a crime,
But I'm happy losing all my time.
My coffee's getting cold on the shelf.
It curls the spider has outgrown her shell.
Silver thread lays home in the hall.
It's so big and she's just so small.