(Key word: knew)
I knew a boy who liked to draw,
He drew pictures that nobody saw.
He was more 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.
We stood by a river in my dreams under the stars,
He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars.
He felt embarrassed and looked at his shoes,
Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered "I draw too."
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
