Clouds cover the skies,

Rain pulls at your eyes,

But nothing hurts as much

As little words turned lies.

A whisper meant to soothe,

Now echoes sharp and cold,

Promises once honeyed,

Now bitter, cracked, and old.

The hand that reached for comfort

Now trembles when it’s nearby—

For trust is not so easy

When truth forgets to appear.

The skies may break with thunder,

The winds may scream and spin,

But the quiet sting of falsehood

Still burns beneath the skin.

For silence could be mercy,

And distance may be kind,

But words, once dipped in sweetness,

Can rot within the mind.

You smiled when you said it—

Soft syllables, so sly.

And I believed each letter

Before I learned to cry.

Now every storm reminds me

Of nights I felt you fade,

When all the light we carried

Was smothered by your blade.

So let the heavens open—

Let sorrow soak the ground.

But no flood could ever match

The way your voice could drown.