Missed chance
she saw right through me
like a knife cuts through butter
she said hello and smiled
I couldn’t respond, only stutter
why is it that when I see her
I never know what to say
I went over my lines about a thousand times
at home, it’s a constant replay
it’s the one and only for me
that one girl I’ve always missed
the missing link in my heart
my reason to exist
my feelings that I want to express
can’t say them to her, I just stare
if I can’t even bring out an hello
she’s never going to stay standing there
stupid I said to myself afterwards
I could have asked her to dance
if only I hadn’t been so shy
because now I’ve missed my chance
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, mei 07, 2008 09:54 |
| nice!! De volgende keer al je moed bijeenschrapen en haar wel te dansen vragen.. x! |
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| Auteur: Tim R. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 mei 2008 | ||
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