whatever you put on
will come off
just give it time
don`t let the beauty inside
hide behind a realityshowdriven facade
a shadow of two
older than time itself
it takes an arrow
to know one
it takes an arrow
to be hit by one
tied to a tree
the arrow is drawn
and boom
hearts are falling
love keeps calling
blood keeps flowing
as the story goes
as time packs on another layer
of the onion
like a case of reverse graffiti
time to peel and heal
and let the moonshine in
the colors once forgotten
the shapes once drawn
the touch of the brush
the touch of the hand
colors coming back to life
the way they were supposed to
perfectly immaculate
reverse graffiti
