promises, sorrows prayers lies, betrayal, that's what love meant alas
Promises, sorrows, prayers, lies,
Betrayal, the bitter price love buys.
Alas, what once was pure and true,
Now twisted, tarnished, lost from view.
Hearts entwined, now torn apart,
Shattered dreams, a broken start.
Love's embrace, now cold and bare,
Leaving only anguish and despair.
Yet in the darkness, a glimmer shines,
A chance to mend these fractured lines.
To rise above the pain and strife,
And find the beauty love can bring to life.
For love, though flawed and oft unkind,
Holds the power to heal the mind.
If we but grasp its fleeting grace,
And let it guide us to a better place.
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