I once believed in gentle lies,
in hands that swore to guard, not harm.
But love betrayed behind kind eyes,
and left me trembling in the storm.
I learned to stand when I was weak,
to breathe through pain I couldn’t name.
Now peace is all I choose to seek—
forgiveness mine, though none to claim.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 11:16 PM UTC
I once believed in gentle lies,
in hands that swore to guard, not harm.
But love betrayed behind kind eyes,
and left me trembling in the storm.
I learned to stand when I was weak,
to breathe through pain I couldn’t name.
Now peace is all I choose to seek—
forgiveness mine, though none to claim.
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