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Monday, November 21, 2011

My Paintbrush


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, 
'Fraid of what you'll do-that you might laugh or say mean things. 
I'd like to remove all my painted coats to show you the real true me, 
but I want you to understand, 
I need you to accept me for 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 paintbrush, 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. 
You made me feel so happy. 
And I am no longer blue.

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