In the garden of trust, where the roses bloom,
Lurks a shadowed figure beneath the moon.
Smiles painted with colors that fade,
Promises woven in deceit’s charade.
A touch of warmth, a gleam in the eye,
Words of comfort that soon run dry.
In the heart’s chamber, a silent tear,
For the friend who was never truly near.
Laughter shared under the sunâs embrace,
Yet whispers of betrayal leave their trace.
In the mirrorâs truth, a reflection cold,
The story of companionship left untold.
As the curtain falls on this masquerade,
The bonds of illusion slowly fade.
True friends shine in the darkest night,
While false ones vanish with the morning light.