Just some poetry

XI. Sad soul

I met a boy once,
His name I shall not give away.
For he shall be called hello.
I gave him my heart,
Which he tore apart.
I met him once again,
And started all over.
This time I kept my heart locked,
And watched him open up.
Only to realize
Only to find.
He wasn't so happy,
As I imagined him to be.
He was broken, he was sad. He couldn't stand to live another day.
I saw his eyes so bright with color, but so dark with sadness.
Nobody else saw, no one cared.
He was a boy who only said hello.
He eyes made me weak, his smile chilled me.
On the inside he was just a sad soul.
He doesn't tell many, but I guess he didn't tell me.
Sad souls can figure out other sad souls.
He is just a sad soul,
Lost and insecure.
He had some glasses,
They hid who we saw.
He kept his feelings locked away,
How I wish I could tell him
You are amazing in every singly way.
I hate to see hello sad,
That I wish he would just see,
Maybe I can love you.
Love you enough for both you and me.
I could see who you are,
The great qualities in you.
Hello you are just a sad soul.
It's hard to say but I think I love you.