Holding hands with another girl
Looking from a far
Then, down at my shoes
Heather is the name
She looks like an angel, so kind and beautiful
I still want her dead, not to be cruel
I'm still wearing your sweater
My friends tell me, "It's just polyester."
But it's more than that
I like you
You like her
And I know I'll never be her
So why the sweater
3rd of December
You gave me this sweater
Said ,"It's looks better on you"
But you'll still like her better
I wish I were Heather.
A/N: I love this song so much. I'm probably going to base more poems off of songs. <33
