Torn Sweater

I’ve dived in the deepest parts of your heart

And I’m fading out as I approach the treasure

Tears mixing with figments of love

Creating a spell that no knowledge can measure


I do not fear the silence of death

Or the forces that could crack up my fissures

It’s your woolen strings that twist and twine

Down the ruptured body of my torn sweater

-Muzaffar Ahmed