My life like the marry-go-round

by Kiki   Apr 10, 2005


Here I go,
I back into the same circle,
I feel like my life is a marry-go-round.
I keep going after something that isn't coming toad me.
I keep looking for something that I can't see.
Here I go again,
I'm spinning so fast my face is truing purple.
Why can't this ride just stop because I can't even see.
I'm going in the same old circle; can you please help me?
Here I go one last time,
I keep chasing people that don't want to chase me.
This marry-go-round is getting old.
I don't want to be on this ride any more.
I want to be on a ride with someone that loves me.
Finely I think the ride is over,
Is it really?
Or is this ride number three?

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments