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Rollercoaster My Soul
by J. P. DaviesFlip me, spin me.
Rollercoaster my soul.
I'm flying too high
for you to stop me.
It's crazy, like me.
Whoop-dee-doos!
Greet me as your own.
For you are mine.
We are too golden
for mere trivialities
to mar, or blemish,
this sweet thing, baby.
Needless to say, it's
been a long time coming.
But the game is over,
and the clock isnt running.
So from here on in,
it's the real deal, honey.
And losing yourself to me,
is just part of the ride.
So get taken for me, sugar.
I won't disappoint
My middle name's "Stellar".
Or so I anoint.
01/02/2004
Author's Note: I am not capable of emotional or serious poetry tonight...
Posted on 01/02/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/02/04 at 01:34 PM sounds like someone's in love, and the poem is a perfect reaction. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/02/04 at 03:07 PM Well, for someone "not capabale of emotional or serious poetry..." this one came out just fine anyway. I'm going to have to read some more to see what you CAN do when you feel capable!!! LOL |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 01/05/04 at 10:16 PM "We are too golden
for mere trivialities
to mar, or blemish,
this sweet thing, baby.
Needless to say, it's
been a long time coming."
Brilliant babe. I only just came upone this now. Well done, your un-serious poem is 'stellar' |
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