Make believe

Always have a tale, soothing anecdotes for every ail

Weaving backdrops intricate, you elicit sighs so delicate

and you

make

believe.

Deeper and deeper, steeper and steeper

You string me on a ride, I tumble and I slide

as you

make

believe.

You chuckle a bit as wide eyed I sit

Believing every turn, you making me yearn

make

me

believe.

I hear you sigh; sans twinkle your eye

Panicked at the halt, I spin victory, exalt.

You diss hollow valour, your unnerving pallor

your stare firmly bleak, your voice bland and weak.

I spin my yarn yet, for your sheer debt

of conviction, all yours

mine, too, all yours

And I weave no more, anecdotes from my core

I shun all grandeur, hope with all candour

For my

sake

believe.

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