Ever since middle school I've loved to draw
I drew all these things and made sure no one saw
My drawings were best late at night,
In my bedroom, out of sight
From 7th to 8th my gallery grew
A secret well kept,
I'd make sure no one knew
My drawings were different,
No paper, no pen
And required a bandage
Every now and then
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Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2022 00:34
- Category: Sad
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Such sad words DM.
Andy
I draw too...
Milind
Brilliant!
I think its great to turn experiences into poems. I hope you're doing better though
such a great poem!
hope you're doing better, and if you need anyone to talk to, i'm here to help.
have a good day, DM
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