In the tapestry of deceit, our threads were spun,
Liars, we danced beneath the deceitful sun.
Hearts shattered like fragile glass, yet we were unmoved,
In shadows, as silent creepers, our secrets were proved.
From the genesis of our tale, falsehoods were sown,
A symphony of whispers, in shadows, we were known.
No empathy for the hearts left torn apart,
In the labyrinth of deception, we found our art.
A masquerade of illusions, we wore with ease,
Becoming phantoms in the night, a subtle tease.
The dance of shadows, where secrets embark,
As silent creepers, we thrived in the dark.
Yet, beneath the facade, a poignant truth,
A narrative of lies, like echoes uncouth.
In the tapestry of deceit, where we left our mark,
We were liars from the start, unburdened by broken hearts.
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Poetryquotes and poems even short stories. To have an open mind and different view of life. some are rewritten in simple English
