Torn

I follow your hands as they fold into mine

Each little crease is just a peace we've made in time

Lay next to me, cry on my shoulder, it's alright

And still, even if you couldn't speak

I could see it in your eyes or in how hard it is to breathe

Your feathers unfurl like an angel in a dream

You were desperately in love with what you wanted me to be

But now I'm torn from the pages

Of your history, I'm coming undone

I've been holding on