I knew a boy who liked to draw,
He drew pictures that nobody saw
He was most artistic late at night
In the bathroom out of sight
He kept a secret no one knew
He didn't tell a soul as his gallery grew
His drawings were different no paper or pen
But needed a bandage now and again
We stood by the river under the stars
He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars
He felt embarassed and looked down at his shoe.
I stared back at him and whispered i draw too.
Short but i love this one.
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RoadTrip imagines
FanfictionI love roadtrip and since they are the band that breaks everything I figured I would do this. I'm not sadistic I swear! no, but really I have seen a few so I decided why not? 26 + parts as of now will be being published once those have been complete...
