" LIE'S"

In the calm corners of a fretful psyche,

Where shadows dance and truth is difficult to come by,

A murmur escapes everyone's notice of the evening,

Twisting the texture of off-base and right.

Guarantees ripple like leaves in the breeze,

Unwound insider facts push hearts to the brink of collapse,

Each word a knife, each grin a veil,

Truth covered profound, too weighty to even consider inquiring.

Underneath the surface, the waters run cold,

Accounts of adoration, both delicate and strong,

However here in the quietness, lies weave their strings,

Sowing the seeds of implicit fears.

A look, a signal, a brief touch,

Can cover the heart's reality with a shroud of artfulness,

We construct our palaces on piles of sand,

Delicate establishments, so effortlessly arranged.

For each sweet commitment that moves on air,

A shadow sneaks close, its murmurs uncovered.

Trust, when a stronghold, presently disintegrates away,

Passing on the heart to address and influence.

In any case, in the midst of the confusion, trust glints and gleams,

A flash in the dimness where genuineness streams.

We learn through the torment, the examples of untruths,

To value reality that won't ever deny.

So let the breezes worry about our concerns a far distance,

Also, accumulate the parts, similar to lost bits of craftsmanship.

For in the embroidered artwork woven from distress and tears,

We'll track down the solidarity to face our own feelings of trepidation.

Eventually, reality will rise, unconfined,

A phoenix renewed from the remains of psyche,

With each delicate murmur, a guarantee to keep,

That adoration, when it's genuine, runs endlessly profound.