In the garden of whispered lies,
Where shadows dance on silent sighs,
A heart once open, pure and bright,
Now feels the chill of endless night.

Promises woven like delicate lace,
Entangled dreams in a tender embrace,
Yet beneath the surface, softly tread,
The footsteps of deceit, lightly spread.

A soul that gave and gave anew,
Found solace in what seemed so true,
Yet in the quiet, a storm did brew,
A trust misplaced, a heart askew.

But from these ashes, strength does rise,
A spirit unbroken, touching the skies,
For in the depths of pain and woe,
A wiser heart begins to grow.