The Boy of Art

Ken, they all say painters paint best When they're torn apart, Music sounds best When it hurts your heart, Love’s ONLY real When it crushes your soul, made into broken shards So, is this why you left With a broken heart to make art? But, I'm not cutout for this, am I? Someone told me I am, ‘twas my heart, I lost you even when You said I was your plan When I was just your fan You – The boy of art, Taught me it all, Taught me to write, Rose me when I fall, Pushed me to speak, Pulled me, my walls To Bring my wretched heart The sky with shooting down waterfalls But now I don't know Where are you? If may I meet you at all? How are you? If may I see you once and for all? Gone, are you? If may I feel you, your soul lashing gold? The boy of art, where are you?