In the beginning, painted skies were bright,
Promises whispered in the softest light.
Yet beneath the surface, shadows grew tall,
In a dance of love, we started to fall.

Words spun like silk, wrapping around the heart,
Each thread, a tether, pulling us apart.
The laughter faded, replaced by silent screams,
A nightmare born from once beautiful dreams.

Hope clung tightly like a fragile vine,
Entwined in memories of a love divine.
Yet thorns of doubt pierced through the illusion,
In this garden of toxic confusion.

Now, in the echo of a love gone astray,
We find ourselves lost in a shadowed ballet.
Bound by chains of what we once believed,
In the end, only broken hearts grieved.