Heather Gibson

Rookie (Arizona / Phoenix)

Biography of Heather Gibson

When i was three i would always say 'roses are red and violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you' then my grandma would say 'there goes my Lil poet' since then I've always been a poet through the eyes of my grandma.

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Living In Your Letters.

The bright cherrry red color of your car
Reminds me of summers
when we never had to leave each other.
Now, the warm days come to us faster
And that means you will leave just as quickly.
I remember all the days that you were gone before.
Don't you remember your broken heart?
I don't want to go through that again.
Don't you want to comfort my tears when you see them?

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