Ride

It started with a simple ride,

Like the ones you saw at the carnival,

As a small child.

Unknowingly,

My heart was a ride of its own.

A ride she wanted to ride all the way until she died.

Ironic enough,

She had more than enough tickets,

To ride until the wheels fell off.

And I gave her the okay,

Not knowing that I was the one, 

Who was going to ride her wheels off?

But like all rides at the carnival,

This ride had to come to an end.

The fun had to disappear.