Last Dance Rumba
The rain is falling on the old café,
Your shadow dances in the candle flame.
We laugh like strangers who forgot their names,
Two hearts pretending not to play a game.
You said, “Let’s not promise forever,
Just stay until the thunder’s gone.”
I smiled and whispered, “Whatever—
Tonight, we write our favorite song.”
This is our last dance rumba,
Under the silver rain.
No vows, no chain, no number,
Just rhythm, love, and pain.
Hold me till the sunrise,
When memory fades away—
Our last dance rumba,
Before the night betrays.
Your hand still trembling against my skin,
We move like secrets we’ve both been in.
Outside, the city forgets our sins,
Inside, the music pulls us in.
No future written in letters,
No past to haunt our eyes.
Just a pulse that feels like forever,
Before the silence arrives.
This is our last dance rumba,
Under the silver rain.
No vows, no chain, no number,
Just rhythm, love, and pain.
Hold me till the sunrise,
When memory fades away—
Our last dance rumba,
Before the night betrays.
If the sky clears, I’ll let you go,
No words, no need to know.
But if the rain decides to stay,
Then maybe fate will lose its way.
Our last dance rumba,
Hearts in a fleeting flame.
We’ll vanish with the thunder,
No one to take the blame.
Keep this night inside you,
When morning takes the stage—
Our last dance rumba,
Forever in the rain.