

Black Hearts and Dark Dreams In my garden of black hearts and dark dreamsBlack Hearts and Dark Dreams by ~supergirldawn13
I feel you in the most pleasant of scenes
You are picking my hearts, making them beat
You hand them to me, knock me off my feet
I take the hand offered, my face rather red
"Do not worry," you say, "this is where I've been led.
Your garden of hearts is not to be black
For they have sent me, I am to turn them back."
You go to the hearts and start singing softly
They turn a bright red, and I fill with fury
"Get away from my hearts! That's how they have been!
Stop turning them back, make them black again!"
But you never listened, all the years I had known
You had come to my garden to