Flower

A person is like flower,
The color draws you in.
You water it to see it bloom.
It rewards you with its fragrance.
But, it doesn't last.
With passing of the seasons,
Everything withers away.
You can try to water it,
But it will never be bloom again.
Even if the same plot of soil is covered in flowers the following year,
The one you remember won't be there.
That's just how it is.
Just like flower.

- Citlali