There was a girl who liked to draw
She drew pictures that nobody saw
She was most artistic late at night
In her bedroom out of sight
She kept a secret no one knew
She did not tell a soul so her gallery grew
Her drawings were different, no paper or pens
But she did need a bandaid now and again
We stood at the river
Under the stars where she rolled up her sleeves and showed me her scars
She was embarrassed and looked at her shoes
Then I rolled up my sleeves, looked her in the eye and whispered,
“I draw too”
Leo~