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Paint Brush  

By: Bettie B. Youngs


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 loose you.


I'd like to remove all my paint coats

To show you the real, true me,

But I want you to try to understand,

I need you to accept what you see.

So be patient and close you eyes,

I'll strip off 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 paintbrush though,

And hold it in my hand,

I want to keep it handy

In case somebody doesn't understand.

Please protect me, my dear friend

And thanks for loving me true,

but please let me keep my paintbrush with me

Until I love me, too.



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Same person but I want a comment here anyway to remember this name.
I saw your post on an LJ adding community.
I like photography, music, dancing & singing.
I was quickly scanning through your user info and loved this quote "There are worse things than getting a call for a wrong number at 4 AM. It could be a right number."

Anyway, I'll add you and maybe you'd wanna add me back? :)
Sure...thanks for commenting most people just add me and I get to figure it out in a day or two. :D



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