Love is like a carousel.

You go around and around and around,

around and around and around,

until you finally come to a stop.

~.~.~

It's the endless push and pull of emotions.

You think you know what's right,

You think you even know what's best.

But do we ever really know?

~.~.~

I don't think so.

~.~.~

Like a carousel love is a child's fantasy.

It looks fun and lovely and you feel free.

But it's not like that.

Like a carousel it always comes to a stop.

It always ends.

~.~.~

Again and again it's the same thing.

It ends, it always ends.

~.~.~

You never know when.

You never have time to prepare.

You think you do, but you don't.

You never do.

It always comes to an end.

~.~.~

Around and around it goes.

Innocence and faith built up in this one miniscule thing.

And it all goes to waste.

Just like a carousel.