In the garden of trust where flowers fade,
Lies bloom beneath the sun’s soft gaze.
Whispers dance in the gentle breeze,
Crafted tales that bring hearts to their knees.

Golden laughter, a masquerade’s delight,
Yet shadows linger in the cloak of night.
Promises woven with threads of lies,
In the end, only silence replies.

Mirrors reflect the masks they wear,
While eyes tell stories of hidden despair.
Friendships forged on fragile ground,
Crumbled dreams without a sound.

But in the ashes, truth will rise,
Emerging strong beneath darkened skies.
For every false light that fades away,
A brighter dawn will greet the day.