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graffiti Hearts
graffitied Hearts are on my desk
they always look the same
I draw them almost everyday
with a pretty redish frame
wasting time i doodle hard
hoping all in vain
that one day you will start to scribble
hearts that hold my name
hopless as the hearts
life less as the ink
i see you thinking of someone else
my heart begins to sink
maybe if i had drawn them better
tryed harder to make it right
maybe with a better colour
then it would be me your holding tight
they always look the same
I draw them almost everyday
with a pretty redish frame
wasting time i doodle hard
hoping all in vain
that one day you will start to scribble
hearts that hold my name
hopless as the hearts
life less as the ink
i see you thinking of someone else
my heart begins to sink
maybe if i had drawn them better
tryed harder to make it right
maybe with a better colour
then it would be me your holding tight
Published 15th Mar 2012
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15th Mar 2012 10:01am
Very beautiful, very sad. You write very sincere and your word-flow is beautiful. Lots of euphony. Great write! x x
17th Mar 2012 3:19pm
I believe that every person is an artist. They just have a plethora of canvases. You two birds of one feather. You have painted a picture in my mind; as you tattooed your desk with your mind. Kudos to you my friend.
