I knew a girl who liked to draw,
she drew pictures that nobody saw.
she was most artistic late at night,
in the bathroom, out of sight.
She kept a secret no one new,
she didn't tell a soul and her gallery grew.
her drawings were different, no paper or pen,
but needed a bandage, now and then.
we stood by the river, under the stars,
she rolled up her sleeves and showed me her scars.
she felt embarresed and looked down at her shoe,
then I rolled up my sleeve and said "I draw too."
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Sad Thoughts
Poetrythis book is basically full of my deep passionate thoughts and they really mean a lot to me, enjoy< vote< star yada yada yada. thankyou!(:.
