This one is not romantic. It deals with the loneliness of one certain player who hasn't had a chance to shine on the ice. In poetry form.
feelings
so strong
so vibrant
so hurtful
i
see out to the ice
and yearn to be with them
stop those
shots
help win the gold.
for seven months
i've waited,
seven
long months
i've been patient.
it's not for lack of trying.
i've won before,
showed them what I'm capable of.
and now
it's as if
i've never stopped a pass in my lifetime,
never
did anyone justice.
this feeling
is the worst
to be
without
any highs
nothing but lows
nothing but looking on
from the sidelines as we win
as i win undeservingly
not really
worthy
because i haven't gotten a chance
to try.