We are going around in circles.
I watched you smile,
And listened to you laugh.
This was a game we played.
This is your favorite ride.
Of all the rides in the park,
Why was it the one that made me dizzy?
I wanted to stop,
And sit for a while.
So I wouldn't throw up the words I swallowed cause I didn't want to seem silly, or weak.
Or the lies you fed me,
Sweet,
Blue cotton candy.
I wanted to come off for a while,
Until I felt better.
But someone could take my spot.
I had waited so long in line for my turn though.
This ride made me dizzy.
So dizzy.
But you loved it.
And I wanted so badly to see you smile and hear you laugh
I deserved to.
My hands were tired from holding on to the rails.
I couldn't think straight.
But this was your favorite ride.
And I didn't want to spoil the fun.
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