We Split the Sky

We run in different directions like birds in spring, Chasing the daylight, carrying unseen things. The world may crack quietly under rushing feet, But even the distance hums to a shared heartbeat. Some paths feel ordinary until you look again, And suddenly the map folds like paper in your hands. Not every broken moment needs to mean defeat, Some are just secret doors where futures meet. We split the sky to build a brighter view, Two halves, one spark, one rhythm pulling through. Erase the doubt, rewrite the day, No fading light, no thrown-away. I feel the moment choosing me, A place that still belongs to you and me. Regret is only lipstick if you wear it too long, Smudged by the morning, washed by a stronger song. We laugh at the cuts between the scenes, Because love writes weird, but lives in between. I’d hate to lose the moments we never named, The almost-done fires, the unplayed games. Not for the places, not for the view, But for the way the world looked when it was you. We split the sky to build a brighter view, Two halves, one spark, one rhythm pulling through. Erase the doubt, rewrite the day, No fading light, no thrown-away. I feel the moment choosing me, A place that still belongs to you and me.