The face is a canvas with
vivid, colorful strokes and detailed curves
each stroke of brush is my feel
I express them with a humble will
I can keep on painting forever
I want it to have errors
I want to commit mistakes
I want to ruin my painting
and fix it so real
the brush is my brain doing its own thing
it doesn't care what color I choose
it blends them in adequately,
it leaves adorable imperfections
The brush can change me,
a single curve with brush can make me smile
a single curve by brush can make me sad
few painted drops of water can make me cry
few details on my forehead can make me frown
