In the quiet corners where whispers dwell,
Lies weave their web, an intricate spell.
Truths concealed beneath the fading light,
Cheating hearts dance in the silent night.
Promises shattered like glassy dreams,
In the river of deceit, nothing’s as it seems.
Words spoken sweet as honeyed sun,
Yet in their shadows, trust comes undone.
The path of betrayal, a crooked lane,
Where love’s gentle whispers turn to pain.
Masks of honesty, worn with ease,
But beneath them, lies that never cease.
Yet in the dawn, when shadows fade,
The truth emerges, unafraid.
Hearts mend in the morning’s grace,
As honesty finds its rightful place.