i'm not too sure about the grammar, and it seems unfinished, but here goes deep brown eyes dark tan skin the one i lived for the one for whom i sinned gentle touch that is not meant for me broken truth that only i can see my inspiration and muse the one i died for the one for whom i am used.
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!
