In the quiet of the night, where whispers dwell,
A story unfolds, of secrets none can tell.
Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery light,
Lies are spun, hidden from sight.

A heart once pure, now shrouded in deceit,
Trust shattered, like glass beneath the feet.
Words spoken with a poisoned tongue,
Love’s sweet melody left unsung.

Eyes that once sparkled with truth’s glow,
Now cast shadows, cold as winter’s snow.
Promises made, now broken and thin,
The façade of love, wearing so thin.

As days turn to nights, and nights to days,
The weight of lies, in the heart it stays.
In the end, love’s light may find its way,
But the scars of deceit, forever will lay.