Post #5170

I knew a girl who liked to draw, Pictures for only her eyes. She was more artistic late at night. Her drawings were different, No paper, No pen. But she needed a bandage, And wore long sleeves twenty-four/seven. We stood by the river, Under the stars, When she rolled up her sleeves And showed me her scars. She felt embarrassed and stared at her shoe. Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered, "I draw too." #review#yourreview#noob