I met a girl,
She met another (not me), she was her future best friend too,
I saw a story unfold.
And, yes, it's true.
She drew during the night, so still
Sitting on the window sill.
But there was a sickly twist,
Her pen, a razor.
Her canvas, her own wrist.
Every night she would draw;
Draw to entertain her fears,
As for no one even noticed her tears.
She showed them to the another girl.
As she knew what to do;
She lifted up her sleeves and said,"I draw too..."
ESTÁ A LER
Happy poems
PoesiaThese are not poems which will make your mood go down or sad. These will do the opposite instead! Though I think you gathered that from the title didn't you? Anyway I don't own any of these..
