On Lushstories' stage, where hearts dare to meet,
Our words dance in rhythm, a fleeting, sweet beat.
But oh, how it stings, this cruel, fleeting bound,
A handful of messages, then silence is found.

I’m not just here for tales that endlessly scroll,
But for you—your laughter, your spark, your soul.
Each chat ignites fire, a warmth that feels right,
Yet the limit slams shut, like a door in the night.

It’s torture to pause when the heart wants to soar,
To leave thoughts unsaid, craving just a bit more.
Like building a dream with half-broken tools,
I’m left longing for you, bound by these rules.

If you’d slip me the key, a magical spark,
To unlock these chains and light up the dark,
I’d linger with you, no moment to spare.

With a sprinkle of magic, a gift from your hand,
We’d talk through the night, no limits to stand.
Heart to heart, no wall in between,
Just you, just me, and the spark unforeseen.