graffiti love.

Like the graffiti found scribbled all over these city walls, our love is a masterpiece created from the beauty of a coloured mess.
Magic only seen in the eye of the beholder.
Perfectly imperfect we have connected through our unique individuality;
Over the years we have been tagged, defaced and rendered.
Every brick cemented by an ugliness of scribbled blackened signatures.
Scars making us unworthy of the vacant available for gallery exhibitions.
Together we have painfully endured the unfinished splash of rainbow acrylic left by the amateur Picasso.
our creative images forcefully stripped away and replaced by one solid colour.
Alone we have survived the rainy days and night time blizzards.
gradually washing away our dull and cheapened complexion.
Only to now reveal our abstract allure.
Hiding in ally ways, waiting to be discovered.
A Rare treasure admired by a select few,
desired by only one,
a love too expensive for some;