Our Song

If I could write a song that defined us

I’d begin with a loud clap

I’ll string in some drum beats

And some loud shrieks and claps.

I’ll pour in some vanilla

And make a nutella mess

I’ll bring a dialogue into the emptiness

And spit out all I have to confess.

I’ll slam down the bass a bit

I’ll tune the guitar

Will cover the endless night sky

Blaring meteors with no stars.

There will be head banging dance

There will be free hugs

We’ll jump on rollercoaster’s

And catch little light bugs.

The song will have a chorus

Where we’ll do the Irish hop

We’ll cross our legs and link our arms

And dance till our legs drop.

There’ll be no mushy unicorns or stupid chocolate dreams

But parkour stadiums and trampoline gyms

There’ll be no glitters and sparking rainbows

But oreos with less of the biscuit and more of the cream.

We’ll measure our lyrics when we write

And not shout out whatever comes to our minds

Our song with define our life

With perfect silences hard to find.

The song will reach its climax

With an end that’ll linger on

Our song, your song, will keep playing

Slow and silent, from dusk till dawn.

 -Sam B