In the beginning, a gentle whisper,
Promises wrapped in silken lies,
We danced on the edge of a silver blade,
Blind to the storm in each other’s eyes.

Your words, sweet poison, like honeyed chains,
Bound my heart in a tender snare,
Each embrace, a silent scream,
Yet held by the illusion of care.

The roses wilt in twilight’s grip,
Petals falling, a silent plea,
Yet here I stand, in this shadowed waltz,
A prisoner of what we used to be.

In the end, a delicate shatter,
The truth, a mirror cracked and cold,
I walk away from this haunted love,
Seeking the light, no longer controlled.