In the silence of the midnight hour,
I heard whispers of a love turned sour.
Promises once carved in stone,
Now lie broken, abandoned, and alone.
Beneath the moon’s pale, haunting light,
Shadows dance, revealing the trite.
A heart once whole, now torn asunder,
By the weight of lies that pull it under.
Eyes that once sparkled with truth,
Now clouded by the storms of ruth.
The scent of deceit lingers in the air,
A reminder of trust beyond repair.
Yet in the depths of this aching night,
A sliver of hope, a distant light.
For even hearts that break and bleed,
Can find the strength to rise and lead.