In the shadows where whispers lie,
A gentle heart, a trusting eye.
Hands reached out with warmth and grace,
Only to find a colder embrace.

The promises of light so pure,
Wrapped in deceit, intentions obscure.
A soul so kind, now deeply scarred,
Betrayed by masks that leave it marred.

In the garden of friendship’s bloom,
Blooms were plucked, leaving only gloom.
The sunlight faded, replaced by night,
As trust was shattered, out of sight.

Yet from the ashes, strength does rise,
A soul reborn, with wiser eyes.
No longer prey to hearts of stone,
It stands with courage, now fully grown.