LOL...
Jessica has been inspiring posts lately =)
Here are a couple things from in my other journal...
by Bettie B Youngs
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 might 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.
Anonymous
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask 'how are you?' do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
Ever told your child "we'll do it tomorrow"?
And in your haste not seen his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die?
Cause you never had time to call and say hi?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It's like an unopened gift...thrown away.
Life is not a race. Do take it slower.
Hear the music. Before the song is over.
Here are a couple things from in my other journal...
by Bettie B Youngs
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 might 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.
Anonymous
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask 'how are you?' do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
Ever told your child "we'll do it tomorrow"?
And in your haste not seen his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die?
Cause you never had time to call and say hi?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It's like an unopened gift...thrown away.
Life is not a race. Do take it slower.
Hear the music. Before the song is over.