Story of Us

Met her on the block, dusk painted the skies,

Her smile brighter than the streetlights' lies.

Heart skipped, a DJ with the wrong tempo,

Words in my chest but my lips said “hello.”

Eyes locked, two clocks in sync,

Every blink felt like ink to the link.

Told her dreams ‘bout mansions and stars,

She laughed, said, “boy, you’re still playin’ on Mars.”

The story of us, written in dust,

Fingers intertwined, in the world we trust.

Chasing the moon, under neon lust,

The story of us, the story of us.

Summers flew by, bikes in the breeze,

Ice cream melting, drippin' down our sleeves.

Her voice hit my soul like a vinyl scratch,

Every word a spark, a perfect match.

First fight, felt like thunder in the rain,

Her tears drew rivers, carved out my shame.

But we bounced back, like echoes in a canyon,

Two hearts stitched with a common anthem.

Graffiti nights, spray cans in hand,

Writing our names where the city would stand.

Through the noise, through the rush,

The story of us, never turnin’ to dust.