Some of you might already know this poem as it was for this weird English thing we had to do but anyways I hope it's ok and please don't ask why I picked Annie as a name.
Fondly I glance at the the tattered remains of
the photograph under the mattress
She stares back at me, warmth in her eyes
As if she never did what she did
Like she is standing here
Her warm breath on her fragile neck
I shut my eyes and bury it again
Suddenly the thoughts come to my head
The heartbreak, the door slamming
And the worst of all the sobbing
As he looks out the window
Hoping that his dear Annie shall return...
A simple argument can cost a lot...
