You whispered vows beneath the silver moon,
Promised forever, said “not a day too soon.”
But shadows crept where trust should be,
And secrets bloomed between you and me.
Your laughter, once music, now rings so cold,
Stories you spun, the lies you told.
I saw the truth behind your eyes,
A garden of thorns, a web of disguise.
I gave you my heart, so open, so wide,
But you danced with another, and quietly lied.
Now I gather the pieces, reclaiming my pride,
From the ashes of love that quietly died.
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