*A.N*: I don't promote SELFHARM.
There was this gril who started a art gallery,
But yet the drawings no one could see,
She would create her master pieces late at night,
In the darkness, in coner out of everyone's site.Her art needed no pecil, paper or pen,
But needed a bandage now and again.
These drawings were her life's work and she loved it,
She sweared to herself she won't quit.Her drawings were kept as a deep secret,
And so no one never knew of it.
Her drawings told a story that only she can understand,
She wanted more drawing done it was like a popular demand.But I had the pleasure to meet this girl under the stars,
And that was when she showed me her scars.
She felt ashamed and didn't know what else to do,
That's when I rolled up my sleeve and I said "I draw to".Vote, Comment and Share.
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-KENZO
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Soulful Whispers
詩歌A small town boy from the Caribbean sharing what's in his expressive mind and broken heart ❤Highest rank #1 in Poetry for 3 weeks❤