āThe Day We Spoke Forever?.ā
If I could return to that trembling day,
when love first found itās fragile voice,
Iād whisper the wounds youād one day carve -
but not the name behind the blade.
Youād pale at the story of a strangerās sins,
promise me youād never be that cruel.
And Iād watch the sorrow bloom in your eyes,
knowing youād already planted itās seed.
How heavy it is, to hold both truth and mercy -
to love you for who you were,
and grieve you for who youād become?.










