You're an artist?
How come I never knew?
after years beside you?
You're an artist? No, I don't expect to be your muse,
But I will get you the supplies to use.
I don't want to give you grief,
I just want to see what's hidden beneath,
The mask of a smile you wear in for others,
The wall of joy that smothers.
You're an artist?
The talent of Michelangelo, The vision of Van Goh,
With an end as tragic, unless we change the tactic.
You're an artist? Prove it.
Poor your soul across the canvas,
Let the studio be a safe place,
Weave emotions into a tapestry,
Something that lingers, a majesty,
An expression of what is in your heart, make art.
You’re finished. eyes widen when I see,
Concealed in every brush stroke,
A desperate, lonely plea.
Unwillingly, your work spoke,
Revealing tears I never saw,
All your wounds, open and raw.
You're an artist. What to do with your art?
You need a blank canvas, a fresh start.
Maybe then, everyone will see,
What only I know to be.
You are not broken to be fixed,
You are a masterpiece.
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