Paper Towns
Ruby
The map is fading, edges torn,
From places we once called our own.
Names that whispered in the breeze,
Now ghostly echoes, soft as leaves.
We built our worlds on paper towns,
Where dreams were painted, gold and round.
But seasons change and people shift,
And hearts, like pages, start to drift.
I search for faces, but they’re blurred—
Just silhouettes without a word.
The roads we walked have cracked and worn,
And friendships, like the rain, are gone.
Once we were fire, burning bright,
Now we’re just sparks that fade to night.
I trace the stars, but none align—
The constellations left behind.
The world is fragile, light as air,
A fleeting moment, unaware.
We try to hold, but slip and fall—
Paper towns, we lose them all.