heathers pov to conan :
I still remember, third of December..you in that sweater. It looked so much better on you than it did me. if only you'd be, kind enough to know me. Eyes on the ground as i walk by....you've got me all tongue tied, your the one that i like. Why cant i be your type? still i try...
why would you ever kiss me? you cant even spare some pity. I said keep the sweater, its just polyester, and i like you better but to you im just heather :(
watch as she stands with her holding your hand, put your arm 'round her shoulder, now im getter colder. But how could i hate her, she's such an angel!! but then again, kinda wished she were dead. as i walk by....you've got me all tongue tied, your the one that i like. Why cant i be your type? still i try...
why would you ever kiss me? you cant even spare some pity. i said keep the sweater, its just polyester, and i like you better but to you im just heather.. :(
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heather but there's 3 pov's
Poetryhey! so i made this in class when i was thinking of what if heather had different povs then wrote these in music class so i hope you enjoy them!! (btw pls ask for permission if you want to use any of these)
