
I spoke no word when truth was mine,
Let silence bind me, thread by line.
Her eyes, so soft, believed the lie,
And in that moment, I let love die.
The altar stood, a gilded snare,
Her trembling smile, a whispered prayer.
I wore the ring, a mask, a chain,
Bound by her joy, enslaved by pain
Each whispered vow, a dagger’s sting,
A chorus sung on hollow strings.
Yet still I smiled, a man betrayed,
Not by her love, but the choice I made.
Now in this cage, I pace, I weep,
Dreams drowned beneath the lies I keep.
The chains grow tighter, day by day,
And silence steals my soul away
About the Creator
Rob🦜
Passionate storyteller and social impact advocate, I write to inspire change and share insights on education, sustainable development, and creative innovations.
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