Could you hold my dream
in your hands and never let it go and never let it get away from your dreams for as long as your heart was on the line and chasing the mystery of the ink that could write every thought down as if the gift spoke the words for you were inside the thoughts just began to explode and your blue eyes knew the truth for as long as you kept your dreams close to you, you would not lose the magic that became your dream for as long as you could see where the memory stood in my mind and never left me for as long as you held my dreams in your hands and never lost the ink of the heart?
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Lost In The Kiss Of The Ink: Of The Roses
PoetryThe 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...
