With wooden slated tracks
The cars all freshly painted
The kind we saw way back
The feeling in the pit of your stomach
As you slowly start the ride
Ready with eyes wide open
With your fears laid to the side
Starting up the first steep slope
The excitement starts to build
Ready for what is coming
Ready for all the thrills
And as the ride continues
Seems like it will never end
The clicking and the clacking
Going faster around each bend
You finally ascend the last peak
The cars all picking up speed
Descending downward quickly
Around the corner with eyes squeezed
Are these not the same feelings?
You have when you’re in love
The ups and downs of relationships
Euphoria, highs and lows
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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