There is a girl who likes to draw,
pictures that nobody ever saw.
She was most artistic at night,
In her bedroom, out of sight.
She kept a secret no one knew,
she didn't tell a soul and her gallery grew.
Her drawings where different no paper or pen
but needed a bandage now and again.
She met a boy a lot like herself.
One night they stood by the river under the stars,
he rolled up his sleeves and showed her his scars.
He felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoe.
Than she rolled up her sleeves and whispered,
'I draw too.'
*This isn't my original work, but I put my own spin on it*
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Poems Of Sadness
PuisiThese poems are meant to be sad (hence the title) Their will be some quotes mixed in. You can submit a poem/quote/short story and i'll give you credit, Thank you -The Champ P.S This may trigger, read at you own risk P.P.S If anyone is reading this...
