The Last Ride
I will accompany you my love
For the roller coaster ride
Heights scare me to death my love
But for you I am willing to try
So forget me not my love
When the ride comes to an end
Don’t cry for me my love
If I die at the coaster ride
The story behind this poem
Okay, I admit. I am afraid of height. I remember during one of our first few dates, my wife suggested taking the Viking Ride at East Coast Park (Is that damn thing still there?)
In order to impress her, I agreed. Bad decision! Really, it was terrible, I thought I am going to die. I don’t want to die a virgin! :(
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