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, 12 listopada 2011
The world seems so cold; I've done about all I can do.
I can't make you love me, but I've tried Believe me I've tried.
Your heart belongs to someone else, although you've talked to me, you don't know how I feel, nor will you ever, until you have felt the way I hold you close.
You won't know unless you go in my head and realize that everything I think about has to do with you.
I shall love you from a far, until you know how much I love you.
Heather Hooper, 12 listopada 2011
A cold dark shadow lurks around you in the dark.
You can fell its touch as you walk down the street alone.
It watches you, where ever you go, what ever you do.
Haunting you like a bad dream that just won't go away.
Neon yellow eyes, you just can't look away.
It takes your hand and leads you to the darkest of places.
You see them go through the fire, they are now followers.
They pull you through it, now you can never go back.
Your one of them now, a shadow in the night.
Your once icy blue eyes, a shallow gray.
It can get into your mind, and read you like an open book.
Twisting and fighting, but nothing you do can get it away.
Now you bend and move with the darkness,
as a follower of the Atrox
Heather Hooper, 12 listopada 2011
I can see the glow about you, I can see the love in your eyes.
Why do they hate you so, why do they go to you, only when it is Convenient for them, not to thank you and love you.
I can see both sides, because I see though Angel's eyes, yet I am merely human.
I see the hate and the finickiness of the people you saved. You are out of sight and mind, until Sunday, and out of schools, yet you answer the Desperate prayers, and forgive them of their wicked deeds. But Why I ask.
You say out of love, but all I see is a one-sided love. The unconditional love of you, our God. You want them all the time, yet they only want you, when they need you.
I can see both sides, for I see though Angel's eyes, but I am still merely human.
You can see both sides, for you see through God's eyes.
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