It was rose, but not that much


It came across a beautiful feeling
As linger as tambourines
So unique that everyone had been lost
As thin as butter when we need the most

Why me asked myself why?
While sky was not that high
Like a nest of the fragile birds
While because never answered?

I had never been start from the end
If it is a word, it should be 'pretend'
Because rose is not always for women
Not that much, I said gomen