Page 28 - When I was Young ebook

Roller Coasters

I want something real

I told him I didn’t like roller coasters cause

my hair messed up in the wind

my brain got tangled with your

transgressions

and our aggressions

were higher, I couldn’t hold it all in

Can we be steady like an air balloon let’s
float high

yet he persisted to strap me in, securing

my thigh

h​e said relax, enticing me to ride

and with a quick drip, I screamed and he

laughed spontaneity oversupplied my fears

would have to subside

we drudged on as long as the track was

supplied