Her Color's Colours Will Infinitely Float

all colors coat they emit a warmth that will never fade your memory consumes me like a misunderstood wintertime with a secret if my imagination was an artist that could do magic, i would recreate her fully i would not change a thing with the exception of her occasional smoking habit i would make the greenish brown monster dissolve and dissipate i would put wellness and the sweet, gentle lips of the inspiring vaccine on a pedistal then i would coat all colors again and play that old country song by that lady with the potential new boyfriend the memory would finally live forever by the end of the song and the answer to my prayer it's a crying shame, in directly bold plaid, that tomorrow is another day....of trying to move on yet and still....Her Color's Colours Will Infinitely Float....