Reflecting Colors

This is my first poem on here. Please give any feedback you may have, positive or negative.

Bewitching colors run wild

With the innocence of a child

Only to be tainted and smeared

Morphed together and feared

Not a soul cares to help clean

However all of them have seen

What it has been, and could be

Everyone knows that it was me

Then you picked up a paintbrush

Everyone stood back with a hush

You painted over the surface

Put me in a paralyzed stasis

You made me love again

No longer a wasteland, barren

Author's Note

You can give me any feedback you'd like