Tears and Tatters

I pull on the threads that hold us together I pick at the seams that time has frayed and I fear that our love will become unravelled because due to the wear and tear of our day to day troubles my needle and thread will prick my fingertips as my blood stains its beauty and the scissors Just won't seem to snip and the colors have begun to dim or maybe thats my eyes that are losing light as we speak I just seem to tug and tug your sweater I have got to make this better and the material continues to rip as you fall further beneath me my world shatters as I am holding our remenant tatters smaller the pieces become as the warmth of the bright pattern is gone in my palms rest tears mixed with tatters