PAINT BRUSH



I keep my paint brush with me



Wherever I may go,



In case I need to cover up



So the real me doesn't show.



I'm so afraid to show you me,



Afraid of what you'll do - that



You might laugh or say mean things.



I'm afraid I might lose you.







I'd like to remove all my paint coats



To show you the real, true me,



But I want you to try and understand,



I need you to accept what you see.



So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,



I'll strip off all my coats real slow.



Please understand how much it hurts



To let the real me show.







Now my coats are all stripped off.



I feel naked, bare and cold,



And if you still love me with all that you see,



You are my friend, pure as gold.



I need to save my paint brush, though,



And hold it in my hand,



I want to keep it handy



In case someone doesn't understand.



So please protect me, my dear friend



And thanks for loving me true,



But please let me keep my paint brush with me



Until I love me, too.

                                                                                    Author Unknown

                      Contributed by my friend, Betty Holman "99"




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