Hopeless Poem by jessa marielle cereneo

Maybe it's wrong to wait,
hoping to be his girlfriend.
I dont how to hate,
i wish my feelings for him is going to end.

I thougt he's going to be my friend,
the one can soon be called as my bestfriend.
But i'm wrong,
and now i'm used to listen cold songs.

I thought he would like me,
a big expectation for me to see.
But i'm wrog again,
and it left my heart broken.

I know it's hard for me to forget
the feelings i layed for him.
Maybe someday i regret
for not saying that i love him.