In the garden where we planted dreams,
Laughter echoed through the trees,
Promises carved in the bark of time,
Trust woven in delicate threads of belief.
Yet, beneath the surface of smiles,
A shadow lurked, silent and cold,
Words like daggers, unseen, unfelt,
Until the truth unraveled the bond.
The gentle breeze now whispers tales,
Of secrets kept and loyalties torn,
A friendship once a fortress strong,
Now crumbles in the weight of deceit.
Still, in the silence of broken ties,
Lessons linger, bittersweet and wise,
For even in betrayalâs darkest night,
New dawns promise healing light.