Back To You

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My shoes are worn
cause I have walked
through every maze
in search of love.
I am a proud knight
riding lonely carousels
searching for a lady
while fighting windmills.
Dead ends always greet me
as I move in no direction.
I missed you here
nostalgic over there,
a journey never ends
when shortcuts don’t exist,
I strolled down winding roads
traveled both sides of the fork
without the use of a compass
I found out I was never lost.
Cause it doesn’t matter what road I take
when every path leads me back to you

Photo from Google Images.

A throwback for my newer Followers. Have a wonderful day full of sunshine and smiles.

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Remembering To Forget You

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Remembering To Forget You

Last month my nostalgic
heart made me recall the
happiness I thought would
never end.

Last week I trembled at the
bittersweet recollection of
your fingertips stroking my
bare chest.

Last night I sighed when the
unused pillow in my lonely
bed reminded me of your
intoxicating scent.

Last chance to recover from
this painful loss. Tomorrow
I’ll try my best to remember
to forget you

Yesterday, while reviewing my earlier posts, I found inspiration in one of the few poems that I truly love. Never Meant For You

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction.  Thankfully, Allie is still by my side.

Photo taken from Pinterest.

Lost

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Lost

He wore his five o’clock shadow
like fine cologne
roaming crowded city streets 
yet so alone

He strolled boulevards and alleys of 
a loveless maze
happy ending became dead ends
along the way

He was a fighter, a rebel, a writer of
words so blue
he was a wanderer forever lost ’til
he found you

Photo taken from Pinterest.

 

Back To You

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Back To You

My shoes are worn
cause I have walked
through every maze
in search of love
I am a proud knight
riding lonely carousels
searching for a lady
while fighting windmills
dead ends always greet me
as I move in no direction
I missed you here
nostalgic over there
a journey never ends
when shortcuts don’t exist
I strolled down winding roads
traveled both sides of the fork
without the use of a compass
I found out I was never lost
cause it doesn’t matter what road I take
when every path leads me back to you

Photo from Google Images.