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 for what you'll do - that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might lose you
If 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 stop 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 tired,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too
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PoésieI made this book because I wanted to inspire people with my poetry and some of the poetries on this book is mine and some are poetries that I found inspiring so and I wanted it to inspire you guys too *TRIGGER WARNING*
