Torn

You cant be torn between two worlds,
One step in the door, and the heart;
You cant be ether, here and there,
That’s how atoms get torn apart.

Love is what keeps you journeying;
But Love is what made me realise:
As time pulls, it tires and hardens,
Eventually, snaps and dies.

It’s not love’s fault that it merges
What the past was with the present;
It always fails to consider
What was said and what the thought meant.

You fly through atmospheric space,
Touching earth, then soaring to sky;
But one place shall give, it’ll be time
To either dig deep or fly high.

Then won’t be a chance to back out,
Or descend, though your need compels,
You won’t be torn between two worlds:
There’re no two heavens nor two hells.

The Road Goes On

how quickly lives can touch,
it does not take much time,
Just a bit of love, not much,
that molds a heart to mine;

there is a quaint sadness,
when time’s not on your side,
mixed with a strange gladness,
hope left behind to bide;

the road goes on, as does time,
hope moves on, the heart aches,
love promises the sublime,
but seldom gives what it takes…