In the quiet whispers of a shared night,
Lies weave softly, disguised as truth,
Promises like fragile threads of light,
Hidden beneath the facade of youth.

Eyes that once sparkled with honest glow,
Now shadowed by secrets, untold and deep,
A love built on trust begins to slow,
As deceit gently rocks it to sleep.

The heart senses what the mind denies,
In the space where honesty should reside,
Every falsehood, a thorn that pries,
At the soul where sincerity used to abide.

Yet even in the haze of broken dreams,
Hope lingers, seeking light to reclaim,
For love, though wounded, still redeems,
Yearning to rise from ashes of blame.