so smooth hard and perfectly round (get your mind outta the gutter!) It's like you glide on air but the wheels spin It's the way the wind hits your face when you bomb a hill untouched Its the feeling of being complete After you thrown it down a rail or a stairset It must be the pain that brings out all the affection So many boneheads killing themsleves For a trick And so many careless Of their bodies so much love for the board with wheels
Reason for writing:
If you thoughte reading this was a waste of time
Dont comment! if you think im trying to get attention, dont comment, if you like it and you wanna say something go ahead! Just dont comment if you dont feel it! Ill keep trying
Birth sign: Aries
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