They say that eyes will show what's true,
But words can twist a different view.
A simple quote, a fleeting lie,
Spun by the one who stands nearby.
Is ghosting just the way we cope,
Or proof we’ve lost the thread of hope?
We claim to know, yet drift apart,
Does that not weigh upon the heart?
A dream once bright, a shining star,
Now fades, yet here we truly are.
We mourn the times we spoke so true,
Yet lies can heal where truth won’t do.
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