You bring out the artist in me Every marker Every pen Pencil shavings and crayon wax My soul spins With determination every time I bring that paperback The hardness of anatomy in me The color inside the lines in me The perfectionist in me The creative expression in me Yes, you really do You're my muse That person for whom my eyes dilate And for whom my work fixates If I could stop your divine control I wouldn't even do it to save my world You bring out the Da Vinci in me The Junji Ito horror in me The Frida Kahlo symbolism in me The pulsing passion in me For you, I would cross the river Styx And sail across the ocean blue For you, I would use your rival's blood And make their body stew Yes, it’s really true As my fingers dance across the paper I’m filled with a sense of purpose For my art has been longing for you My art has been aching for you My art has needed you in it You bring out the spilled ink in me The blank tapestry in me The inspiration in me The sleepless nights in me The agonizing line art in me Like the statues of Aphrodite You are my god Whenever I see you The urge to sculpt you is unreal To capture your beauty in perfect form Yes, you make my art Space itself has no more room In it to contain your essence Your liquid perfection, I can paint Your jagged likeness no one can replicate You are mine and only mine Always my obsession Always my muse No matter how far you go I will follow the paper in hand To make you my focal point in any piece Yes, you bring out the artist in me.
