The Story of You

I wrote a story, the story of two.

It's a story of me, it's the story of you.

It's got a background that leads with some flair.

It sets up the plot, with no detail spared.

Are we fighting a dragon or solving a crime?

Are we dancing and singing to song and to rhyme?

Are we racing, so dashing, through streets in the night?

Are we saving the world in a last epic fight?

Tell me, tell me, tell me how it ends!

Oh please let me see through the curves and the bends!

Are you a hero or maybe just plot?

Are you a villain or just wayward thought?

 

I wrote a story, the story of you,

I'm tired of writing so I'll pass it to you.

It's a story of love but it's missing it's end;

the reception has gathered, if you'd only press send.

 

Feel the twists of the tension as we build out the tale;

the bruises and burns from this story regaled. 

I dare not succumb to the heat from this friction,

but the dramas of life are rarely just fiction.