Heather Hooper, 15 grudnia 2011
I remember the first time you made me cry....
It rained that day. I walked for hours in the rain and cried, and nobody knew the difference
I remember the first time you made me laugh....
I was pushing you on that swing. We swung for hours, until it got dark, and nobody knew the difference.
I remember the first time you kissed me....
I had butterflies in my stomach, and you weren't suppose to kiss me. But we danced the night away, and nobody knew the difference.
I remember the first time you told me you loved me, and actually meant it....
We were lying in the grass, with the summer sun hot upon us. We laid there for hours, and nobody knew the difference.
I remember how I hurt you so....it was late, and I didn't know what else to do. We cried on the phone for hours, and nobody knew the difference.
Now I sit and remember our first kiss, and all the fun we had. And you don't even know the difference.
Heather Hooper, 18 listopada 2011
The ring on my finger tells me your gone...
but the whisper in the wind lets me know your still here.
The songs on the radio tell me I was wrong...
but your dead, and now I know I was right.
The late night phone calls, I defiantly miss...
but I can still remember and taste our first kiss.
Life is short, this I have learned...
So love more, and fight less...
Forgive and forget, but never regret.
Heather Hooper, 13 listopada 2011
For one night, I'm a princess
For one night, I wear that pretty dress.
For one night, I step into the glass slippers.
My hair and make-up is done, for just one night.
I float on cloud nine, for just one night.
For one night, the limo is for me.
The corsage on my wrist, and the kiss on my cheek is only for tonight.
For this one night, I am special for the first time.
For one night he tells me he loves me.
For one night, we dance close and love each other.
Just one night I pretend that this will last forever.
And when this one night is over, and the magic is gone, I go back to being plain, old me.
Heather Hooper, 13 listopada 2011
Maybe if I were skinner.....
Maybe if I were prettier.....
Maybe if I was more like her..... He'd notice me for once.....
I can't help but fall for him..... But he doesn't know I exist....
Maybe if I wore the right clothes........
Maybe if I were popular...... He'd see that he's the one for me.....
I think to my self 'Why can't I be like them? '
He can't see that he's my everything......
He's too blinded by her.....
And every time he walks away, he doesn't know that my world falls apart....
Maybe when I disappear....that's when he'll see....
But it will be too late.... For him to go back on his mistake.....
Maybe when I'm dead....... Then he'll know.....
Maybe his tears will be his reminder.....
To die for love, isn't dying at all.....
Heather Hooper, 13 listopada 2011
I see your face when I close my eyes.
I hear you call my name in the whimpering wind.
In the moon, I know you love me.
Yet in the sun, I see my faults.
I can't seem to hate you, but I cease to love you anymore.
I can't choose for you, yet I wish I could.
Go away, but don't leave me.
When I turn away, you don't see my tears.
But I smile when I see your face.
I just can't do this anymore.
Heather Hooper, 5 stycznia 2012
Our love wasn’t perfect
But it was everything to me
We had our moments…
When things didn’t always work right
We had fights and arguments
When I think about it now, looking back on how things used to be..
I wouldn’t trade it for all the world
Of all the impurities
There was perfection in our love
Things that I didn’t have with anyone else,
And haven’t had with anyone since.
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