We met in our freshman year gym class. That sounds like the making of a romantic comedy, right? We both know that that's not how this will end.
I'm watching a single broken thread Of a spider web Bellow in the sunlight Of my bedroom. The spider keeps crawling Up his broken thread but Keeps hopelessly falling back to the bottom. I named the spider Charles, Cause it sounds like One of your many nicknames for me.
I'm trying to make Charles' web into A metaphor for you. Are you broken like the string, Are you doomed like Charles, A modern day Sisyphus? I have an English degree. I can make anything a metaphor.
I've known you for 11 years now; how many of them have you been dead for? I'm tired of you being dead. Can't you just make fun of my hair again? Remember how good we were at algebra?
I miss you not being dead. I drove you to your best friend's funeral. I hardly knew that kid. My only sustaining image of him is the memory of him breaking down a door, drunk, because he wanted to **** one of my friends.
But the truth is is that I sobbed harder than anyone at his ******* hopeless funeral. You told me you were gonna go out like him. And because I looked down into that cheap (bargain deal) coffin, Which never should have been An open casket, and Into your friend's half-lid Blue tinged eyes, And suddenly, it wasn't him. It was you, My sweet, old friend.
The waves of the dam near Ogosta Stadium are raging, and the opponent of the Glory is insecure and afraid.
Powerful choruses the hosts sing because the moment is coming for a convincing win.
This is FC Montana. Club with heart and a century of history, with ups and downs flooded always striving for the top and a better change.
With a school springboard for talent, the only one that is free. Coaches who believe in children and in their future glorious successes. The traditional colors are blue, white and red - gathering people in a sacred union.
Blue hearts tremble in a fast rhythm, expecting the match to conquer. Small and big fans with songs they strive, the loyalty for their team to sustain and give the necessary support.
Every day they long for the strong emotions, they share for the future.
This is a poem for my favorite football club and is translated to English language.