Roller Coaster Ride,
sometimes my life's like..
Going up and down,
spinning 'round and
about..
Going on and on,
with twists and turns that makes my heart jump and my stomach churn!
Let me just cry out and scream aloud,
outside or inside my head,
which ever shall ease these feelings,
not caring no more about the crowd.. of what people might say nor think,
but hold my hands please!
For alone,
I do not want anymore to be,
on this bumpy ride called life.
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PoésieRanked: #71 on Poetry Category November 16, 2016 Don't judge the book by it's cover, Have a look inside to uncover.. Even titles doesn't matter, For the content of a Book or a person's character, Isn't always defined by what people see on the outs...
