It wasn’t real, that connection you held up like something rare. It was only your restless emptiness reaching outward, never inward where truth lived. There was something in you, a rare kind of wrongness, not loud, but steady, growing in the quiet corners You refused to clean. Your habits sank deep, roots of neglect and excuse, feeding on your comfort, tightening around any chance of becoming better. Inside your chest, something lingered, not wounded, but slowly rotting from everything you chose not to face. Your words carried weight, but not wisdom, dirty with judgment, falling on others as if they owed you effort You would never give yourself. You dreamed wildly, expected greatly, Yet moved nowhere. Laziness sat in you like spring, fresh, alive, growing stronger each day You chose not to change. And so you became a tree, Not shaped by storms, but by stillness. Not broken, but unused. A tree that stands alone, roots deep in wasted time, branches stretched with empty wants, leaves gree...
Married, yet speaking borrowed love,
Words dressed sweet, intentions thin,
A heart that wanders elsewhere freely,
While vows grow quiet, worn within.
Just a player passing through hearts,
Hoping to taste, then disappear,
Calling it love, calling it fate,
While truth stays distant, unclear.
Across the line, a trusting soul stands,
Hands open, faith held tight,
Sending love with no conditions,
Believing every word, every night.
They build hope on fragile promises,
Dreams shaped by a practiced voice,
Unaware they’re loving a shadow,
Not a man, but a reckless choice.
A marriage worn like a costume,
A life lived carefully untrue,
Smiling in public, deceiving in silence,
Breaking hearts without ever choosing to be new.
Oh, the cruelty of false affection,
When one loves deeply, the other plays—
One offers truth in its purest form,
The other survives by lies and masquerades.
May truth one day tear the curtain down,
And free the heart that loves so real,
For love deserves honesty, not games,
Not a player’s touch, but something you can feel.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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