Glimpse Of Her

03

Blossom
Written By Me

Out of all people,
They chose you,
doesn't it get lonely for you?
To become someone who can't choose

Is there even a happy ever after?
watch yourself in the mirror,
Is this the person I made?
or is this the person they made?

You're like a flower
who blooms in the season of spring,
a beautiful flower,
who is very appealing to the eyes,

But also a flower,
who withered at the end of spring,
a dead flower,
who reached its end.

Your eyes can really tell,
but your heart can't,
dont be so cruel,
you need a hug to forget.

A/N:
This is the piece I made for him for his Birthday, I even made a letter for him as well, this was the time when we have feelings for each other and still not confessing to each other.