the flower

Looking at it,
Reminds me of you
my soul splits in two
you put a spell on me
by drawing it

A life not lived
A lifeless body
without a soul
Dead yet walking
You put water into this
desert
A being, in solitude
apart from society
distant from civilization

You remind me of life
The smell of flowers
the colours of a rainbow
the sound of waterfalls
the beautiful sight of greeneries
You picked up the pieces
of happiness
lost.
I hope it never fades
Never liked it.
I love it

The flower you drew on my hand
Thanks.