Sweet Dreams

Graffiti

Graffiti

My heart was first black,

Something they always gave back.

No one would take mine,

So why ask if I'm fine?

But, there's still hope for me,

A wicked plan, you'll soon see.

Red, I'd paint my heart

To make it a true piece of art.

 Then will you take it, my dear?

With nothing to fear?

I promise, all the pieces I've found,

And together they're bound.

So now it's polished, you'll take it, right?

Or will you just run, out of mind, out of sight....?