I knew a girl, who liked to draw
She drew the pictures, that nobody saw
She was most creative, late, at night
On the dark terrace, out of everybody's sight
She kept secrets, that nobody knew
She didn't tell a soul and her gallery grew
Her drawings were a twist
Her paintbrush was a blade and canvas, her wrist
Her friends were fake and her family let her bleed
Those, who ought to be her strength, made her bleak
One night, we met on a cliff, under the stars
I asked her, why?
She took off all her fancy bracelets, to reveal the scars
She felt embarrassed and looked down in her muse
Then, I rolled up my sleeves and said ," I draw too"
© Priyanka Bajaj
