A Love of Van Gogh

I wake the canvas before the sun

Hands still shaking, colors run

No applause, no open doors

Still I’m here, still wanting more



If this burns, let it burn

I was made for this return



Paint keeps pulling me alive

Every stroke says I survive

I don’t need their applause

I breathe inside these flaws



Midnight spills across the room

Walls breathe in a yellow bloom

Every loss becomes a tone

Every line I call my own



Love is staying in the fight

Even when it costs your sight



Paint keeps pulling me alive

Every stroke says I survive

I don’t need their applause

I breathe inside these flaws



Slow hands, daily scars 

Learning how to lose my wars

I don’t chase perfection’s throne

I just face the truth alone



Slow hands, daily scars

Learning how to lose my wars

I don’t chase perfection’s throne

I just face the truth alone



Paint keeps pulling me alive

This obsession lets me thrive

Even nameless, even small

I will love it through it all