By Mariela Alepopoulou
In the realm of heartache and despair,
a tale of love now lies so bare.
Once a flame that burned so bright and true,
now flickers, dimmed by betrayal's hue.
A whisper of affection, a gentle touch,
a bond that seemed unbreakable, too much.
But in the shadows, a treacherous heart,
planted seeds of deceit from the very start.
His words like honey, sweet and alluring,
yet within his eyes, a secret enduring.
Promises of forever, whispered in the night,
yet in the darkness, a hidden, sinister light.
The dance of love, a waltz so divine,
now tainted by the betrayer's cunning design.
Our hands once intertwined, now cold and apart,
as the truth of his duplicity rips the heart.
A shattered mirror reflects the pain,
as the shards of trust are scattered in vain.
The echoes of laughter, now a bitter sound,
as the betrayer's treachery reverberates around.
In the silence of the night, the truth unfolds,
a story of love, now forever cold.
The betrayer's actions, a cruel betrayal,
leaving a void that will never mend or heal.
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