Paint
Brush
Bettie B. Young
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 may 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 somebody 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.
Bettie
B Young
Artwork © Jim
Warren
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