I met a boy,
Who, yes, might’ve been a boy,
but to me he was more of a man than I have ever known.
I would get lost in his deep blue eyes,
And I didn’t want to find my way out.
In my endeavor through his eyes, I saw him for the first time
for the man he wanted to be
I saw his countless tries to help others who didn’t want to be helped
as well as his dedication to his several different crafts.
I saw the way he laughed when he was genuinely happy
and I felt his pain and heartache when he felt it too.
If you have two empty voids and combine them,
Does it make a full heart?
Because for the first time-
Art is not imitating life,
For life is imitating art.