Torn at the Seams

We lit a fire in the ruin and dust,
a fragile spark in a world we can’t trust.
Every touch feels carved into stone,
while circumstance and time keep dragging us home.

We are a tragedy stitched in unraveling dreams,
two hearts that collide, then rip at the seams.
Love hides in the shadows, trembling, it seems—
a ghost of a promise that haunts all my dreams.

We talk in whispers as the night slips away,
the present collapsing to yesterday.
Every doorway closes before we break through;
the end is close, and it cuts us in two.

The right love bound to the wrong years,
a thread pulled apart till it frays into tears.
If the stars aligned, we’d already know,
but they burn like knives as they watch us below.

We reach for forever—it slips like sand;
the night devours what we can’t hold in hand.
We collide, then divide, torn at the seams,
the end is close… and it’s breaking my dreams.