The Flower In My Hand

The flower in my hand 

Slowly starts to bloom

And you smile towards me

Chasing away the gloom

The flower in my hand 

Slowly starts to grow

It creeps towards the light

blooming in the pleasant glow

The flower in my hand

Slowly starts to wither

The petals fall apart

And they gently quiver

My hand is now empty

I guess you never knew

The flower in my hand 

Was only meant for you

Author's Note

This poem is based on Saeran/Ray from Mystic Messenger. Wrote this from his perspective and how he must have felt like after MC leaves him for V.