Free verse № 97368
The painted Chair
I keep my paintbrush with me, where ever I may go,
in case I need to cover up,
so the REAL me don't show.
I'm so afraid to show you me, afraid of what you'll do.
you might laugh or say mean things,
I'm afraid I may lose you.
I'd like to remove all my paintcoats, to show the real me.
But I want you to try & understand,
I want you to like what you see.
So, if you'll be patient & close your eyes
I'll strip off my coats real slow;
please understand how much it hurts,
to let the real me show.
Now all the coats are off. I feel naked, bare and cold
If you still love me, and all that you see
you are my friend....pure as gold.
But I need to save my paintbrush 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 paintbrush with me
until I love me too!
6 comments
then keep getting repainted to look nice. But under all that pretty presentable paint it's still the same old chair. and whats wrong with the chair showing all its original charm...as long as the legs (foundation of the chair) is still strong enough to hold it up and serve its purpose?
-Genuinely Curious in AZ
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