Dear Ink Rose,
My days are still a blue while I am
dreaming inside of my thoughts of you coming to terms with this new life where has my life gone tonight and after waiting for my dreams to become a reality there seems to be a pause before I can hit play and then after a while there seems to be a way to stay and to keep on dreaming but never leaving my ink rose to bleed.
Your,
Ink Rose
YOU ARE READING
Ink Me Rose Book 4
PoetryYour language always leaves but you got me under your heart as we both have the same breath in and out but words are the only love language of my ink rose.
