My Collection Of Poems...{{COMPLETE}}

That Sunday morning...

It was that Sunday morning, I was laying on the bed, outside was very hot.

You walked into the bedroom and gave me a cheeky look, probably meaning "What?"

I shook my head, looking downuntil he finally came back, and thats when he fought.

I was curious to know where he had been, and what he had bought.

I thought to myself as he walked out, and then i saw a picture underneath the cot.

I went over and picked it up, even though he was trying to hide it, it still wasn't out of sight.

I examined the photograph quickly, a pretty girl holding a kite.

Her face was beautiful, and her clothes were alright.

Apart from the fact her top was far too tight.

I heard him come back into the room as i turned around with the photograph, i was ready for a fight.

We kept arguing for a while, then we started shouting, and finally we fought.

I grabbed a pice of paper and wrote someting, he continued shouting, watching me.

I finished the small note with a small dot.

I had to end this reltionship, by putting this end to a stop.

As i walked out, he took the note i had written then walked over to the cot,

And as i was walking out, I finally saw what he had bought...