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Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
I now realize I'd forgotten how to be sad
But is it something for which to be glad?
When I feel shattered and all my emotions are displaced
Don't know how to show it, I'm trying to do
my best
My tears are escaping yet big boys don't cry
We didn't do our best that I can't deny
But my heart still refuses, It's totally blue
How broken I feel none has got a clue
Every game you go in for is a possible loss
Just accustomed to wins, not being knocked out by draws
An Island, can't find a single shoulder to cry
on
I dread David Luiz but I appreciste he's a daring lion
I have love, I have a place in my broken heart
I have love for my team, the reason behind
my hurt
I know we didn't do enough from the start
How do I tell that to my stubborn blue Heart
I dawned on my Fabregas shirt, I was smart
The end did nothing but break me apart
I guess that is love, in even soccer
Love is like playing dice or poker
No matter how heartless you try to be
It will still ultimately sting bad like a bee
Hate being the one whose journey has ended
If I could, would have just after all pretended
I'm drowning deep in my emotical sea
But win, draw or loss, I love my club, I love
Chelsea
Because I know much as I feel so alone
We're a big blue family and together we
mourn
I just love football and this team and this is what it felt like on the night PSG eliminated us.

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