A perfect ride
Is equal to music
Each turn is a sound
That adds to the song
A green a blue a black
Slow
Medium
Fast
Dainty little notes
And then a crescendo
My board is the conductor
Controlling the snow
That makes the noise
Making my song
Every hill
Adds another line
Of notes
I know the snow
Like I know my own skin
Every turn
Sharp and fast
Wide and slow
Creating the perfect ride
The perfect sound
Me
My snowboard
The snow
Together we make
My song
I want to cry
I want to let it out
Each tear
A reminder of my failures
Each tear
Filled with my fears
Each tear
A bottle of sadness
Maybe anger
I want to cry
What happens if I fall in love
And no one's there to catch me
What if I give them the world
And they ask for the universe
What do I do if falling in love
Is like free-falling but not knowing where
She upsets me
Her face
The way she laughs
The way she talks
She's like the piece of hair
That is never in the right place
Why does she even wear that
Why does she look like that
Looking at her
Comments
I never would have thought of snowboarding in this way, but I can see it now (or hear it in my head, rather)! "My board is the conductor" and "Together we make // My song" are both great lines!
Thank you!
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