We started off saying yes
But as time went by, it became sth to neglect
I can't remember the first words he used
But I know he was my muse.

We would talk on days about our feelings
I can't still believe I told him everything about me
I was drunk with attention;
I forget he was not my real intention.
I imagined texting a guy who had
No face, no name, just words on a pad.

We shared our dreams, our fears, our goals,
He became the keeper of all my hopes.
But as the days turned into nights,
The magic faded from our flights.
What once was bright, now grew dim,
A fading echo, a silent hymn.

He listened well, and I felt...