he's watching me, silently, <br />hoping that I won't see. <br />his blue eyes glaring, <br />his mouth slowly curving. <br />he likes when I write. <br />I can tell. <br /> <br />he finally gets courage, <br />and comes to talk to me. <br />he walks over slowly, <br />and begins to get nervous. <br /> <br />we look into each others eyes for a minute, <br />before he speaks. <br /> <br />I look at him with sorrow in my eyes. <br />I see he puts his head down as I speak. <br /> <br />he looks at me without glee. <br />I turn my head and begin to feel sorry. <br />he finally leaves with tears in his eyes. <br />and I knew the moment I said no, <br />that he had a broken heart<br /><br />chidiebere franklin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-broken-heart-51/
