raindrops

fan

he picks 

a lovely flower,

stepped on a pity grass.

like the way he chooses her 

as i was watching them,

without noticing me.

and it hurts to see,

the one you love, 

doesn't love thee.

he's on top, 

can't even reach he.

so i just watched him be happy.

never in a time, 

he will be mine,

though it's not fine, what can i do? 

i'm just a fan.