Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

...I Draw Too...

I 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.
His drawings were different, no paper or pen,
But needed a bandage now and again.
We stood by the river under the stars,
He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars.
He felt embarassed and looked down at his shoe.
Than I rolled up my sleeves and whispered "I draw too"



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback