🥰🫰

In the garden of trust she bloomed, Blind to the thorns concealed beneath, A heart so gentle, so consumed By promises whispered like a wreath. He, a shadow in her sunlight, Wove deceit with honeyed words, While her eyes, fixed in pure delight, Missed the echo of betrayal heard. Now, petals of innocence fall, Drenched in the rain of regret, A lesson carved deep through it all— Some trust is a risk we can't forget. Yet in her broken, tender heart, A phoenix dreams in silent pain, From shattered love she'll forge a start, Blooming again through the falling rain.