In the twilight of your whispered lies,
You painted love with borrowed hues,
An illusion crafted to deceive,
A heart once pure, now bruised and used.

Beneath the mask of golden dreams,
The truth lay buried in the sand,
Your touch, a ghost of what it seemed,
A fleeting shadow, slipping through my hand.

The nights we spent, a hollow play,
Each promise fading with the dawn,
A script rehearsed, a love dismayed,
Leaving me to face the cold forlorn.

Yet from the ashes, I will rise,
With lessons learned, a heart renewed,
For though you wore a lover’s guise,
True love will find me, strong and true.