Leaves flying by,
feeling my back come to meet my sides,
leaning like Pisa,
wobbling back and forth like a new driver,
brake,
gas,
brake,
gas,
CRACK!
fall to the ground,
board flies south.
song flies north,
head hits the tar,
laying in the road like a parked car.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
Leaves flying by,
feeling my back come to meet my sides,
leaning like Pisa,
wobbling back and forth like a new driver,
brake,
gas,
brake,
gas,
CRACK!
fall to the ground,
board flies south.
song flies north,
head hits the tar,
laying in the road like a parked car.
Fell off my skateboard the other day...