Smooth lies that never seem to fail.
With practiced grace, they spin their thread,
Betraying trust with words unsaid.
Promises made, yet soon undone,
In shadows deep, their deceit is spun.
"I'll change," they vow, with earnest plea,
But history whispers, "It cannot be."
Repeatedly they break the bond,
Leaving hearts wounded, scarred and conned.
Yet each time, they beg for pardon,
Their words like honey, sweet and hardened.
But trust erodes with every lie,
Leaving behind a weary sigh.
For those who falter, again, they say,
Beware the one who leads astray.
Vrushali Deshpande
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