A Collection Of Poems

A Broken Record

A broken record,

Repeating, repeating.

A persistent echo,

Retreating, retreating.

I wish I could talk to you

I wish you would understand.

But this isn't math.

Two negatives do not a positive make.

Two people of two beliefs cannot agree.

Nothing is simple, nothing is as it seems.

You repeat, you repeat.

I reply, and I deny.

I know who is wrong, I know who is right.

I admit my mistakes, but I know where I stand.

And if, my friend, you stand on the other side,

So be it.

The record, the friendship, was broken anyway.