Heather Cropper Poems

Everytime I close my eyes,
my history is on replay.
Sitting there; waiting for me to give in,
mocking me with shine; trying to persuay.
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nothing better than not knowing what's going to happen,
nothing better than eating chocolate to numb the pain.

wishing my friends knew that i love them,
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He looks over her shoulder,
To see that 'hope' is written-
On the thumb of her hand,
He smiles quietly, hidden.
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When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
I was very loud. [1]
I was very shy. [2]
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when something happens to you,
stick it out, think of something else.

there is always a surprise ahead,
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the only thing i love,
but not more.

is the falling leaves,
...

i run outside my house,
feel the warmth of the sun.

butterflies flying,
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Those eyes powering over you,
the most prettiest type of blue.

That nice and shiny blonde hair,
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You're friends say,
we'll always be there.

Family say it,
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An exciting feeling,
rushes through me.

Friends jumping up and down,
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