Poem about broken hearted girl

Sitting in the cinema all alone
When actors playing
Jokes
But tears are not drying
On
Your face
I guess the roses hasn't received
Your pretty palms
Somebody hasn't complete
Your hope
And betray grooved in your soul bleeding harms
Lights shows your sadness upon your face
Music plays the last accords
Nobody gonna lead you home
In a warm embrace

First thought was that you're precious
Just after that, little suspicious
And i recognized disappointing attitude of your lips
How you shiver your cute finger tips
That comedy, suddenly, became out of interest
And thoughts like the butterflies made an infest
I vanished for a moment
And when lights turned on
Next to you you found a bouquet of spring flowers with a comment:
I saw you very sad
I suppose some boy treated you bad
I saw pearls
Under the tears, when you cried
Excuse my rudeness, but
If you'd be my girl
I could be your pride
If wounds in the heart don't start to heal
On me you can quickly appeal
Even no
I hope those flowers
Will ease your sour
But if you had something to confess
Under this i wrote my address....