Sins and Tragedy

Oh, what a tangled web we weave,

When love’s a game and hearts deceive,

Not every tale is as it seems,

In shadows cast by broken dreams.

Oh, but it’s all a masquerade.

I write sins, not tragedies,

A play of hearts in fallacies,

Each choice we make, a path to tread,

But all that’s lost is all we dread.

I hear the whispers in the night,

The secrets kept just out of sight,

With every step, the truth will bend,

A story told that won’t quite end.

Dancing in the dark, we play.

I write sins, not tragedies,

A play of hearts in fallacies,

Each choice we make, a path to tread,

But all that’s lost is all we dread.

In this confessional, we speak,

But still, the truth feels bittersweet.