In the shadows where doubts reside,
Trust is a fragile thread, so thin,
A whisper in the wind, barely heard,
A silent plea from deep within.

Eyes that once gleamed with pure light,
Now clouded with uncertainty’s mist,
Hearts entwined in a delicate dance,
Struggling to resist the abyss.

Promises broken like shattered glass,
Words that once meant the world,
Now lie heavy, unspoken fears,
In the quiet, trust unfurled.

Yet hope remains, a flickering flame,
In the ruins of what once was true,
For trust, though fragile, can be mended,
If hearts remain steadfast and new.