I Knew A Girl

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