A truth to every lie.

I dreamt that you loved me last week.

While sitting next to the raisin bran, you

proclaimed your love for me. We held hands

and the soundtrack to our love played;

A smashing of symbols mixed with a constant

pitter patter of drums, a mixing of chords strummed

on a guitar, a synthesizer complicates and adds mystery

to our story....the build up; the beat gets faster and

as our lips crashed against eachother the bass kicked in

and the drums drummed faster. With your hand in mine.

We took a chance on love,you took a chance on me

and we lived happily ever

after.