I knew a boy who liked to draw
He drew pictures nobody saw
He was more artistic at night
When the sky's a heavy blue
He wanted to quit but he couldn't do so
He drew,drew and drew
One day his gallery grew
He almost died,
He didn't know what to do
nobody noticed nobody knew
or that's what he thought
Which wasn't true
later he met a girl
who knew he drew
she felt the drawings nobody do
One night when the stars filled the sky so high
and the moon lit up the dark sky so bright
the silence filled the air like it always do
he knew its time to tell her he drew
but little did he know she already knew
he rolled up his sleeves revealing his scars while looking down at his shoe
she lifted up his chin,smiled and whispered
"I draw too" :)
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PoesíaI'll be posting the poems i write whenever i'm free and have inspo there wont be a specific genre for them it depends on my mood there will be ones ab friends some about depression some ab suicide some ab bullying etc (I'll keep this mature but ther...
