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Sometimes everything in my life
Feels like one big maze.
Full of twist turns and mostly dead ends.
I came looking for help I got silence
And a cold shoulder.
Watching faces hide behind mask spinning a Web of lies.
In darker times I sat alone without
A hand to hold.
Why come to me now when I don't need you.
My head is always in the clouds
Lost in day dreams.
Escaping the black and white reality
That I know so well.
Sometimes a day dream can bring you
That much needed chill out time
That is truly your own.
Let me drown in the sea of your
inner beauty.
Let me touch the most broken
part of your heart
Come dance with me in the
warm summer rain.
Touch me under the silver moonlight make me long to taste your kiss.
Let me miss you every time you leave.
Some bridges need to be burnt and I
Lost the ones that need losing.
Now my dreams are full of colour and
My days are more happy.
Sometimes you just need to burn the bridges with the ones are no good and lose the ones who need losing
I once looked at you like the stars looked at the moon.
Feeling as if there was nothing more beautiful than this moment, made with you.
Just as the last of the summer roses died so did you.
Until we meet again I will never give
My heart to anyone
This poem come to me when I was out walking the dog and I saw the moon and a star close to each other.
I must confess I put my pen down not
Sure if I would write poetry again.
Took a step back took time out
Wondered what was next.

Sitting by the water watching as the
World passes me by.
I met a poet who said write what you
Feel not what people want to read.

The greatest poets of our time made
Mistakes and had haters.
Life brings you lovers and haters
But you keep writing.

Never stop doing what you love go home and just listen to your heart.
I met poet who teachs class and we met at the beach and got talking about if I should every write poetry again he was so nice to me we are now friends and I go to his classes he is helping me grow as poet
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