When You Paint The Town

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  • Papa
  • Sitting, waiting on the world to turn

When You Paint The Town

What color do you want it now?
Tell me should I paint it blue?
This used to be such a pretty little home,
but now the shades not right for you,
and now the grass isn't green enough,
so all of the way to the ground,
you keep tearing it down,
when you paint the town. 
How big do you want it now?
Tell me do you need some extra room?
 Is my love not big enough,
 to fill the needs in you?
 Are my arms not wide enough,
 for you to roam around?
 You keep tearing it down,
 you keep tearing it down,
you keep tearing it down ,
when you paint the town. 
How high do you want it now?
Are you still shooting for the stars?
 Used to be when just a single kiss from me you said, 
could send you up at least twice that far,
but you're so cold when I touch you now,
 that I can't get your feet off of the ground,
 and you keep tearing it down,
you keep tearing it down,
you keep tearing it down,
when you paint the town. 
How much love do you want now?
Tell me is mine not enough for you.
 I gave every inch of my soul.
What more am I supposed to do?
 You know my whole world is built around you,
and now it's on such shakey ground,
and you keep tearing it down,
you keep tearing it down,
all of the way to the ground,
 when you paint the town.                                                   

By Bobby Hill

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Teardrops commented on When You Paint The Town

11-27-2010

If she cant accept you for who you are then you need to move on .Find someone who will be yours just for you Marie

simoneaugustus commented on When You Paint The Town

05-11-2010

So many layers of meaning here! Clever use of imagery and metaphor. Fantastic write!

Teardrops commented on When You Paint The Town

02-04-2010

great talent and a great poem hope to read more thanks Marie

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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Touch 10
Rhyme 3
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When You Paint The Town 3
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