Love is Lie

In the city's winding streets, where shadows play,
A taxi driver plies his daily way,
With stories of his own, he's learned to say,
Of love's deceit, and its fleeting sway.

His eyes, a map of worn and weary lines,
Tell tales of broken hearts and shattered rhymes,
He's seen the worst, the best, and all the grays,
Of love's cruel games, and love's fleeting days.

He speaks of love, with words so cold,
As he navigates the city's streets so old,
He's lost count of the times he's been deceived,
By false promises, and sweet-sounding leaves.

His voice is laced with bitterness and pain,
As he recounts the tales of love in vain,
Of flowers that wilted, words that fell to ground,
And hearts that broke, like shards of shattered sound.

Yet, still he drives, through rain and night,
Through city streets, where love's a distant light,
For in his soul, a glimmer still remains,
Of hope, a spark that love's embers sustain.

For in his dreams, he sees a love so true,
A love that's pure, and not just a "what-can-I-do",
A love that whispers secrets in his ear,
Of trust, of loyalty, and banishes all fear.

But dawn breaks soon, and reality sets in,
And he's back to driving, with his doubts within,
For in this world, love's just a lie we tell,
And he's left to drive alone, with his heart to mend.

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