Thetas
Cloud Based Inspiration Facilitator
"I knew a girl who liked to draw,
She drew pictures, that nobody saw...
She was most artistic late at night,
In the bathroom, out of sight.
She kept a secret nobody knew,
She didn't tell a soul, and her gallery grew.
Her drawings her were different, no paper or pen,
But needed a bandage every now and again.
One night, we stood by the river, under the stars...
She rolled up her sleeves, and showed me her scars.
She felt embarrassed, and looked down at her shoe.
Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered: "I draw too"
[SIZE= 14px]In May of this year, I brought this poem to this site... I thought I would be here forever... That I would never leave. But now...[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14px]I can't stay.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14px]I'm sorry, RpN, but this is my going away present.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14px]Goodbye.[/SIZE]