A Boy Who Liked To Draw- Poem

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I knew a boy who liked to draw

He drew pictures that nobody saw

He was the most 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 he needed a bandage every now and again

We stood by the river under the stars

He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars

He felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoes

Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered

"I draw too."

Author Unknown

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