The only gift my father ever got me was a pair of dark blue roller blades
He dropped them off at my stuffy apartment
and away he sped on his motor cycle
I stuck my feet into the holy grail of our relationship
and it was a size too small
my father is no devil
but riding along the burning asphalt, ankles screaming in pain
I cursed him down to hell
when I got home I cast those eyesores out of heaven
to rot in the shadows of my closet
those **** roller blades
I'd always preferred skating
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
The only gift my father ever got me was a pair of dark blue roller blades
He dropped them off at my stuffy apartment
and away he sped on his motor cycle
I stuck my feet into the holy grail of our relationship
and it was a size too small
my father is no devil
but riding along the burning asphalt, ankles screaming in pain
I cursed him down to hell
when I got home I cast those eyesores out of heaven
to rot in the shadows of my closet
those **** roller blades
I'd always preferred skating
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