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?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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