You asked to come to the skatepark today,
You asked how bad could it be?
So I packed my board with the razortail,
And we skated until three,
You threw the board down,
And scraped it hard,
Upon that cold wet ground,
We laughed it off,
But i already knew,
That screeching scraping sound,
We tried a ramp, but you fell short, and landed on the floor,
You shrugged it off, but i heard that sound,
And it shook me to my core,
We finished the day by walking home, which is when you found,
My arms covered in those silly marks, that screeching scraping sound,
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
You asked to come to the skatepark today,
You asked how bad could it be?
So I packed my board with the razortail,
And we skated until three,
You threw the board down,
And scraped it hard,
Upon that cold wet ground,
We laughed it off,
But i already knew,
That screeching scraping sound,
We tried a ramp, but you fell short, and landed on the floor,
You shrugged it off, but i heard that sound,
And it shook me to my core,
We finished the day by walking home, which is when you found,
My arms covered in those silly marks, that screeching scraping sound,
Skating to forget. Silly poem about skating and its escapism from the real world. This is my first time ever using hello poetry so any tips would be great!