She 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 and his gallery grew.
His drawings were different, no paper or pen,
But needed a bandage now and again.
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,
Then she rolled up her sleeves and whispered, "I draw too."
He instantly fell in love and said, "Can you be mine?"
She whispered back, "Yes."
He engulfed her into a hug and kissed her forehead.
"Never leave me?" He asked her softly.
"No promises."
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27 years.
Teen Fiction"Alex. I can't take it anymore. I hope you understand." She whispered in his ear as she walked away. "No.. please come back." He whispered. "Alex, I can't." She paused as the tears streamed down her face. "Li-"Alex began. "Alex, I'm sorry. I love...
