In the silence of whispered nights,
Promises turned to hollow echoes,
Where truth once danced in gentle lights,
Now shadows weave their quiet throes.

We crafted dreams with fragile thread,
Woven tight with hope and care,
Yet lies like thorns began to spread,
Tearing seams that once were rare.

Your words, a tapestry of disguise,
Wove stories sweet but tinged with fear,
In every glance, a hidden guise,
A mask that time could not endear.

Now hearts lie heavy with untold grief,
In the garden of deceit we lay,
Seeking truth beyond belief,
Yet lost amidst the tangled fray.