A Broken Heart Poem by chidiebere franklin

he's watching me, silently,
hoping that I won't see.
his blue eyes glaring,
his mouth slowly curving.
he likes when I write.
I can tell.

he finally gets courage,
and comes to talk to me.
he walks over slowly,
and begins to get nervous.

we look into each others eyes for a minute,
before he speaks.

I look at him with sorrow in my eyes.
I see he puts his head down as I speak.

he looks at me without glee.
I turn my head and begin to feel sorry.
he finally leaves with tears in his eyes.
and I knew the moment I said no,
that he had a broken heart