In the garden of trust, where shadows creep,Whispers of loyalty, promises they keep,Yet beneath the surface, lies a tangled weave,Of smiles that vanish, and tales that deceive.Once a hand to hold, now a ghostly trace,Friendship’s facade, a hollow embrace,Words once sweet, now bitter and cold,As secrets unravel, and stories unfold.In the mirror’s reflection, the truth reveals,The masks they wear, and the scars they conceal,Fading echoes of laughter, now distant and pale,In the corridors of trust, where shadows prevail.Yet from the ashes, a lesson to learn,True friends are the fires that forever burn,In the tapestry of life, it’s clear to see,Amidst the false, genuine hearts set free.