where is my flower

i walk across the world of dream

to find where you were

i had face our past when you touch my body

the tears slow down in the sand

it seem become a lake after shouting my tears

i dream of you day by day and night by night

touching your picture with my hands

the lake is that way of missing you

the flower is that meaning of your red lips

behind the the king of England

prefer loving to making money

your shadows  in my heart was a church of Lord

you were my God

the sky was so blue

i write thousands of letters and then hide it

these letters as birds hope to fly into heart

after finding everywhere i can not get about your hairs

there was a garden

my tears shout into the garden

my trip to your heart with a small boat

i dream these on my chair

missing you as a beer stronger

i smell the missing

i taste the feeling and loving

my feelings and loving were full of you now and forever

right now

i had a flower

the flower was you

i smell it as i missing you

where is my flower