Memories

By: Whitney Goodall
Great times we spend together,
they all come and go.
The ones with your enemies,
or even with your heroes.
But no matter what you do,
those great times will fade.
They will turn into memories,
then one day be erased.
So in times I start to think,
about the memories I hold inside.
If I want them to be remembered
or have those memories die.

Heart Breaker

By: Whitney Goodall

He kissed me on the lips that night,

our love was so true and fare.

I never could even dream this to be,

not even if I had dared!

The next day as I walked into school,

my heart was pounding so fast.

I couldn't believe what I'd seen with my eyes,

I thougth that day would be my last.

The love of my life in front of me,

with another girl in his arms.

I felt my heart break inside my chest,

as he treated her like a charm.
I felt the teardrops roll down my cheeks,

as I was hoping that day would never come.

But what I will always remember from that day,

is to never fall in love with a bum!