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

That Soup...

I always stood there inside the kitchen, making that exact soup i always made in that exact pot,

I remember all of my ex's woukd wander in the kitchen, telling me how it smelt nice, and as they would walk out they would snigger "not".

But i remeber while making that soup, you would stop and say it smelt nice alot,

But i would laugh a little while you watched me, and i would say "No",

What i didn't understand was that you truly meant it, Joe.

Everytime we sit down, we would have that soup for tea.

And i would always wonder, if we would ever be together, him and me.

But before I could keep my hopes up, i realised that i had lost you, my key.

And after all these thoughts, i finally realised that you truly aren't the one for me.