When you said you loved the darkness inside-
I never thought
Id watch
as
it
       c
          o
            n
             s
            u
          m
        e
      d
You....

The insomnia gnawing through my weary bones
will never compare
to the feelings
of loving
and losing
You-

Cigarettes at midnight
Tattered hoodies under the moonlight
These are just two more things
That remind me of loving you-

I
  think
           we're
                     both
                             addicted
To the
          M
            A
              D
                N
                  E
                    S
                     S
Of loving from a
                                                                                   distance

With eyes of blue and sea foam too,

There’s not a moment in time that
               I
                  Don’t
                             Love
                                      You

What makes art, art?
IS their s special form I have to follow
Or a paint in a special bottle?

Should I wish upon a star?
or take a road trip to the mountains?

Maybe I should get a new cat
Or ask the public for inspiration

What makes art, art though?
Does anybody know?