Writers 
Take me back to the beginning
when love was fresh and fearless,
When desire burned and left trails of passion,
when forever felt certain and true,
When dreams felt possible and hope knew no bounds,
and every moment was a promise.
Now, as the years quietly pass,
The fire that burned so mighty is now a flame,
Flickering, wavering.
Now a few years feel like an eternity,
A forever I never thought I'd beg to see end.
A destiny now feels like a sting,
A blessing has become a thorn,
And what once lifted our hearts
now weighs them down,
slowly stealing the joy we used to know.
Take me back to the nights
we spoke for hours without end,
when our words carried warmth,
and silence was never empty.
Now even the shortest exchanges
feel endless, dull, and tiring.
Take me back to the days
when our love was pure,
when our smiles reached our eyes,
and laughter rose from the heart,
without effort, without doubt.
Take me back to the time
when the cuddles were warm,
When every touch felt gentle and freeing,
When kisses carried passion and hope,
When promises weighed a future.
Take me back
before the pretending,
before I feared the distance between us,
before I ever imagined
we could lose
what once felt unbreakable.
