365 Days · Poetry

274 – How They Roll

Once upon a time someone loved someone else and it was so easy
That they created their own problems out of blankets and sheets
Stacked high on pillars of not being able to properly communicate
But they come around in the end and they hash it all out over fate
Because they love each other and that’s just how they roll. The end.

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