We loved the game, we bent the rules,
We spoke in edits, we played like fools.
We sketched each other into dreams,
Wove secret meanings in the scenes.
Your tone was tender,
Your words were sin,
You drew me close,
And reeled me in.
And though we never wrote again,
I still remember what you said.
No final words, no drumroll,
I can’t unsee you when I scroll.
The board lit up with daring signs,
Passion, steamy, lips, entwined.
One morning came — your voice, so near,
A whisper I still hear so clear.
Then silence fell, the games ran dry,
No reason given, no goodbye.
Blank tiles scattered, nothing left —
Just echoes of the words we kept.
And though we never wrote again,
I still remember what you said.
No final words, no drumroll,
I can’t unsee you when I scroll.
I played your voice on loop for days,
I tried to forget your seductive ways.
No final words, no drumroll,
I can’t unsee you when I scroll.
