In the silent corridors of the heart,
Where whispers weave their tangled art,
Lies dance like shadows in the night,
Hiding truths from the piercing light.
Words spoken with a fleeting breath,
Crafting tales of life and death,
In the mirror’s gaze, they softly break,
Leaving trust a fragile ache.
Promises wrapped in silken thread,
Luring thoughts where angels dread,
A labyrinth of broken dreams,
Where nothing is as it seems.
Yet within the tangled, whispered lore,
Lies the truth we canât ignore,
In the light of honestyâs embrace,
We find redemption, find our place.