adventures in dysthymia

Friday, December 17, 2004

BELIEVE

As two negatives
become a positive,
could your lies and mine
somehow equal truth?

Say now that you love me,
say I'm the only one;
I'll down that cup of wine
and pour out one for you.

Maybe you'll believe me
and I'll find faith in you--
we'll never cross our line
and believe ourselves.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

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