Heartbroken
January 22, 2007
What could have been. What should have been. To watch in sorrow. In painful misery to wallow. A 9 point gap that should have been established. A team of glory that should have flourished. Yet stolen away in its forth minute of gloom. By a French bastard’s head that brought doom.
My bleeding heart perched on my shirt. It hurts. It hurts.
