I knew a boy who liked to draw,
He drew pictures that nobody seen,
He was most artistic at night
In the bathroom, out of sight,
He kept a secret no one knew,
He didn't tell a soul
And his drawings were different
No paper, no pen,
But needed a bandage then and now
We stood by the river, under the tree
He rolled up his sleeves,
And showed me his scars,
He felt embarrassed,
He looked down at his shoes
Then i rolled up my sleeve and
Said 'i draw too'
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Forever he Promised
FanficLittle poems based on how i feel but put into Louis' or Harry's view.
