Rollercoaster
You build me up,
You burn me down,
Like a rollercoaster going round,
round and round and round we go
Will we stop?
No-one knows.
Feeling.
Weeping.
Tearing.
Screaming.
Faster and faster and faster I go.
Will I stop?
No-one knows.
You pull me up, you tear me down,
Like a rollercoaster going round.
Copyright © Ali K | Year Posted 2016
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