Loving you without art is like living without being able to sleep
Without feeling or smiling, simply without living.
Coffee does not taste the same because
I no longer have your look every awakening.
And I can not dream anymore, because my guardian is no longer there.
Without direction, without path, my heart is empty.
And how can I change it?
If all I feel is cold.
It takes more than love to be art
More than love to be able to save you.
More than life to be able to live,
without feeling, just love you
Without art.