i was scrollin' past the midnight noise, thumb stoppin' on your name,
blue light on my face, a spark like a porch-light flame.
a “hey” slipped through the pixels, felt like fate on a screen,
two strangers in the same small world, stitchin' up a dream.
mama warned me 'bout the headlines, neighbors whisperin' low,
but every message on my phone made me wanna let it show.
you wrote the kind of words that made this country heart believe,
from a facebook thread, you turned to the man i couldn't leave.
under the porch-light glow, i tapped your name and then —
two lines became a promise, we were family not friends.
we met on facebook under a porch-light glow,
from pixel-lit chat to county road, we let that feeling grow.
under the porch-light glow, i tapped your name and then —
two lines became a promise, we were family not friends.
we met on facebook under a porch-light glow,
from pixel-lit chat to county road, we let that feeling grow.
you said your mama's from the mill, my daddy's kin with the store,
neighbors drew our family names like lines across the floor.
we'd steal five minutes on a midnight drive, tailgate down, headlights low,
kissin' under county signs where no small-town law would go.
town gossip like a wildfire, adults pointin' fingers fast,
but we kept laughin' in the static, buildin' futures out the past.
your selfies and my poetry, a thousand little proofs,
that sometimes love's a rumor until you stand with both your boots.
under the porch-light glow, i tapped your name and then —
two lines became a promise, we were family not friends.
we met on facebook under a porch-light glow,
from pixel-lit chat to county road, we let that feeling grow.
mama said he’s from the wrong side of town, daddy said them names spell trouble,
neighbors on the porch like vultures, smilin' while they watch us double.
i hit send, you hit back, midnight like a match to hay,
text bubbles burnin' brighter than the friday-night lights on main.
barn doors creak when we meet, creek bed keep our hush-hush plans,
county line in the rearview, your hand coverin' both my hands.
they drew a map with poisoned ink, said love don't cross the line,
but i learned how to trace your heartbeat by the glow of your screen at night.
under the porch-light glow, i tapped your name and then —
two lines became a promise, we were family not friends.
we met on facebook under a porch-light glow,
from pixel-lit chat to county road, we let that feeling grow.
one sunday at the fair, under the ferris wheel's slow light,
your sister pulled me close and whispered, “girl, they want you to fight.”
daddy stormed the trailer park, mama cried behind the screen,
but we stood in the open, hands on hips, the boldest you'd ever seen.
they called our names like thunder, threatened court and courthouse doors,
we met where the county highway ends
