Her soul is covered in graffiti.
Her words are foreign to the ones around her,
searching for another one like her to hear.
She draws an open heart on her wrist to remember those she has let come and go.
Stealing bits and pieces of her heart never to look back.
Maybe some day that heart will close and their will be someone to share that beautifully colored soul?
And her words would be more than a crazy noise, but meaningful to someone.
Maybe she should tell someone all her dreams. Why?
To have them shot down. Another piece torn away...
Draw another heart. Skip a few beats and finds her rhythm.
Her soul is covered in graffiti.
Wishing to be free of her chains. Freedom.
Wait?... Freedom.
He listens. He knows. Her heart is overflowing.
Happiness? Yes. Happiness.
The heart is filled. And ready to share all about her King.
Smiles. Laughs. Love. Acceptance.
She is not alone. No longer waiting for people to listen.
But wait. They don't care to understand?
Her heart snaps closed for them. Why?
Another piece gone.
Her soul is covered in graffiti.
Maybe some day that heart will close and their will be someone to share that beautifully colored soul?
And her words would be more than a crazy noise, but meaningful to someone.
Maybe she should tell someone all her dreams. Why?
To have them shot down. Another piece torn away...
Draw another heart. Skip a few beats and finds her rhythm.
Her soul is covered in graffiti.
