I can show you what it’s like
To live life in black and white
You say there’s color to know
I don't get it? Oh well...
From a world simple and safe
A tornado takes me away
Now I have arrived
In your Technicolor life
I'm on a yellow brick road
Trying to find my way home
You're a ruby red slipper
A dream to slip deeper
There's a man made of straw
You're a match that I saw
Another made of tin
A place to put your heart in
I'm a cowardly lion
I'm afraid but I'm trying
Because I'm gonna get you
And your little heart too
Can I stand by your side
In your colorful life?
You tell me to stay
Forget that world so gray
So your hand I will hold
To the end of this road
I'm gonna be bold
I don't wanna go home...
This makes me feel when I
This makes me feel when I left home to live on my own in a new city. Where I now live is colorful and lively. I was from the Detroit city area.
Matthew D Morgan
Your comment on Ruby Red Slipper
Dear Matthew,
Thank you for taking the time out of your day to leave a comment on my poem. I really appreciate your feedback. I've never been to Detroit, but I always had the impression it was pretty dark and gloomy there. I'm glad you like your new home better!
Josh Myler