The Broken Boy And The Broken Girl

"You are like jazz to me. A kind of mixed up but magical music. A soothing melody. Unpredictable but right. As if the notes, however random, was chosen perfectly for that moment. So that when I close your eyes, I cant help but smile. And tap my foot to the way they make me feel"

"You are afraid of falling in love, and he is afraid of rejection. Doesn't it fit?"

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 shoes,
Then she rolled up her sleeves and whispered "I draw too".

Can a small bump in change the lives of the broken duo? Can the invisible and the social butterfly fuse? Can the two finally overcome their fears?