Maybe karma walks in silence,

 

He said her name was hidden,
locked away where no one knew,
but whispers walked to maiden
and somehow, somehow… it was true.

Promises dissolved like serum
dripping slowly into lies,
sweet words wearing silver halos
while betrayal filled the skies.

Danger lives inside deception,
in the games people create,
smiling softly in the daylight
while they quietly seal your fate.

Maybe karma walks in silence,
maybe time will make things clear,
every secret leaves an echo,
every lie returns sincere.

And if someday truth comes knocking,
may it find what hearts conceal,
for the wounds disguised as joking
are still painfully real.

So forgive me if I’m mistaken,
if my anger sounds too loud—
but trust once broken into pieces
never rests beneath the crowd.