A Broken Heart

This is a story

of a broken-heart :

I like that boy

He's cute

Every day

I will stare at him

from far

Actually

It's my routine

 But he

never knows

My heart beat fast

when I see him

We never talk

to each other

He never say "hi"

Same goes to me

He knows

that I like him

But

He like someone else

Maybe someone

that better than me

Maybe someone

that prettier than me

Who knows?

I felt very sad

when I know it

Actually

I cries

I really hope

One day

He will realize

that I'm here

Standing behind him

I hope

He will turn back

And see me

I'm still waiting for him...