Up, down
Twist and turn
Rollercoaster ride
That one never gets tired of
A breath in a breath
A stare becomes a reflection
Slowly at first
Then faster and faster again
A smooth ride until
Detached, a crash, a fall
The ride is over
Your done
Snap the attraction
Push away and he keeps going
A yell, a scream, a pity moan
I’ll never look back
I’ll never have to
The though once good
But now turn sour
The last words to hear
The last to remember
The last to care
Sometimes the end is
The best beginning
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Poetry of the Ages
PoetryPoems I have written over the last 5 years and I plan on throwing them in, in any random order
