(This is a very boring poem ik,not the best one,don’t read it, boring not kidding bruh!!)

I was Sitting on a chair, head down

Droplets of tear escaped

No one noticed but

He did

He saw the pain

Got confused

Didn’t knew what to do

Felt the pain like it was his

But he kept quiet

As he can’t because people can judge him

He sat next to me

Tan skin

Dark brown eyes

Tall

Like a perfect boy