What goes up must come down
The confessions of a rollercoaster
Who is in human form
The reaching a new height
To be dropped dangerously low
Then curving around
At another bend is it my end
Or just another descend
Yet I wonder if it’s more accurate to say
I am a somersault
At the top of the hill rolling downward
It the descent the rise the joy in between it all
Its possible I am river raft ride with lots of water
Some joyous and scary moments
The around bend everything ends
Just like our relationship?
About the Creator
Lisa Pulliam
I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.
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