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

The steps of the frontdoor...

Sitting on the steps to the front door,

Crying my eyes out, all day and night,

Because of what you done, my arm is still and will remain sore.

I sit here each and every day, under the bright shining moonlight,

Evem though i'm feeling sad, i find this quite an amazing sight.

But don't you worry, I aren't going to fall for you this time,

It's not all about you anymore, its my time to shine.

Maybe you aren't aware you have hurt me so bad,

But i bet you dont care, and i bet you are still very glad.

Sitting on the steps to your frontdoor, wondering why my life sucks and why yours isn't a bore.

Before I had time to speak or even run, i heard something opening, it was your frontdoor.

I didn't do anything, I kept my cold hand on my arm, which was still very sore.

You crouched down, right next to me, and kissed my arm, as if that would help it heal.

You then looked me in the eyes, and told me that everything will be alright,

But before I even got a chance to reply back, out-started another fight.

The steps of your front door still haunt me from this day forth...