In whispers of night, the silence speaks,
Of promises broken, of trust that leaks.
A shadowed dance in the web of lies,
Where truth is masked, and love slowly dies.

The heart once pure, now tangled in deceit,
Veins run cold with every heartbeat.
Eyes that once shone with honest gleam,
Now clouded by a false, deceptive dream.

Words weave tales, a tangled snare,
Trust shattered, beyond repair.
In the echo of a truth denied,
Love’s fragile thread is untied.

Yet in the rubble, a seed remains,
Hope whispers softly through the chains.
For even in a world of lies,
The heart remembers, and courage defies.