In the garden of whispered dreams,
Where trust once bloomed bright,
A shadow crept with silent screams,
Turning day into endless night.
Promises like fragile glass,
Held in hands that trembled so,
Shattered now, as moments pass,
In the winds of deceit they blow.
Eyes once kind now turn away,
Bearing the weight of unspoken lies,
The heart aches with each new day,
Beneath the cold, indifferent skies.
Yet through the tears and silent cries,
A soul learns to stand anew,
For even in betrayal’s disguise,
Hope whispers softly, breaking through.