Lost In The Kiss Of The Ink: Of The Roses

The ink of the words that are written only go so far to show the picture that looks like the sky in the clouds of the blue where it seemed like a match that had a heart and was a dream of the picture that spreads across the paper like paint from the brush to make a picture on the canvas and that was the last of the kiss of the ink for the picture on paper of you and me so just kiss the midnight and be grateful for the times you had me and the times to come were you will love me forever.