In the quiet of the night, I feel the sting,
The shadows whisper tales of sorrow’s ring.
Each tear a testament of battles fought,
In the silence, every wound is caught.

The heart, a fragile vessel, bears the scars,
Navigating through the pain like distant stars.
Memories of love, now tinged with ache,
A reminder of the trust that time did break.

Yet in the depths of anguish, strength is found,
In every whispered cry, a resilient sound.
Through the tears, a phoenix starts to rise,
From the ashes of betrayal, it flies.

Embracing pain, a bittersweet embrace,
Healing slowly, finding a new pace.
With every dawn, a promise to mend,
The heart learns to love again, to transcend.