Vase.

To my best friend

who asked me to read her

but the windows of her soul

they were closed for me.

To my best friend

who asked me to read myself

but I don't know who I can be

I've never seen my

reflection in the mirror.

There weren't flowers?

The vase is as empty

as the heart you painted.

It's not a treasure map

I just hid myself from you

can you find me

or don't you care?

There weren't flowers

even if you gave me a lot of flowers

To my best friend

who can't be my friend anymore

but she's still my best.