once upon a time
there was a boy who loved art
the kind of love that doesn't die
the kind that doesn't fall apart

he walks inside a museum
this is how his day will start
he will look at every painting
as if the colors have taken his heart

every time he sees its beauty
his eyes will shimmer bright
but every time he leaves
it will be his own starry night

the boy has his favorite painting
the boy has his favorite poem
there is nothing else in this world
that he would rather call home

just like museum artworks
he can only see, but not touch
the boy would dream of having a glimpse
of your brilliance
but having you would be too much

once upon a time
this little boy wrote a poem
helplessly hoping that strings of words
would keep his bleeding heart sewn

he could never come near
he can only linger in your light
he can never
this beautiful mixture of colors
that puts up rainbows
in his world of black and white

because the painting was a girl
a girl that never knew
so through a poem, he said
"the little boy was me
and that beautiful artwork
haa always been you"