The Artist


I knew a girl who liked to draw
She drew pictures nobody saw
She was most artistic late at night
In the bathroom, out of sight
She kept the secret nobody knew
She didn't tell a soul and her gallery grew
Her drawings were different no paper,no pen
But needed a bandage now and again
We stood by the river under the stars
Then she rolled up her sleeves and showed me her scars
She felt embarrassed and looked at her shoes
Then I rolled up my sleeve and whispered,
'' I draw too''

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