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Rose


I walked out of a flower shop with a red rose

The sun sinking in the horizon, an evening beauty

Every eye that saw me probably led their mind to think…

Think that some lucky lady was pointlessly going to feel fragile

End the beauty of a romantic set in orange with a broad smile

Maybe she deserves it… Just maybe

This was the first time I ever bought a rose, the only time

I had the chance to make my apology sound different

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