The words that fell like honeyed rain,
Sweet nothings whispered, but never sustained.
You spoke of love, with a tender tone,
But deeds were absent, leaving only a ghostly moan.
You promised to hold, to never let me go,
But when the winds of doubt blew strong, you let it snow.
You blamed me for the words that weren’t quite right,
Choosing to ignore, the love that shone so bright.
But who was the man, in our relationship’s tale?
A fleeting dream, that vanished like a gale?
A mirage that appeared, but disappeared in smoke,
Leaving only heartache, and a soul that’s broke.
You wore the mask of a lover, with a gentle hand,
But beneath the surface, a cowardly heart did stand.
You claimed to love, but fear was your true guide,
And in its darkness, you chose to hide.
Oh, the cruel irony, of words that deceived,
And the pain they brought, as our love did conceive.
For in your sweet nothings, I heard a promise made,
But in your deeds, I found a love that was mislaid.