I miss...
I miss the gras
I miss the ball
Deep down in my soul
I miss the pass
I miss the smell
And I miss a beauty goal
I miss to fight and to die for a victory of every single game
I miss that they need a leader in the pitch, that they are begin to should my name
I miss that the crowd believed more in me then they did in their own son
I miss that my heart is on fire after we had won
But most I miss the fighting spirit that had keeps me going on and on
I am just tired of recovering, I hope one day that feeling will be gone…
Reacties op dit gedicht
| xMariex: | Maandag, februari 09, 2004 22:21 |
| The feeling will be gone one day.. Ge moet er alleen ni teveel aan denken.. Trust me, .. :) Btw: Mooi :) -xx- |
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| Auteur: _boy_ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 februari 2004 | ||
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