Walk Away with Me

Every time I see you
Reminds me…
I don’t wanna walk alone
Reach out, take my hand
Walk away with me

Can’t get past you…
No matter how hard I try
You tie my heart in knots
Impossible to untie
You linger in my thoughts
Sometimes you make me cry
Can’t shake you from my dreams
Don’t even wanna try

Just give us one more chance
To be what we can be
Let the magic of the moment
Paint our hearts, set us free
Don’t wanna walk alone
Reach out, take my hand
Walk away with me

Don’t wanna walk alone
Reach out, take my hand
Walk away with me

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You got it…another early 1970s love poem
that wanted to be a love song.

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: http://www.donaldiannone.com Wisdom Work Press: https://wisdomworkpress.wordpress.com

15 thoughts on “Walk Away with Me

  1. Thanks Jel. Appreciate you stopping by. Go 70s! And, go now!

    Thanks Dan. You’re just living your poetry instead of writing it. Good idea!

  2. Polona: Thanks. You are very kind. My poetry was different back then. I loved lyrics and poetry that seemed like music in my head.

    I may try my hand at the old stuff again and see how it comes out. It’s all different when you are 20 years old and everything in life is new. Not that we can’t have that now, but it takes another form.

  3. Has that folksy twang that had me thinking of American Pie and pining for the days when pop music actually had a legitimate message buried in it and not – ‘Oops, I did It Again.’

  4. Hey Nick, What can I say, but that too was a part of me. It was a joyous, open, and well, loving time of life. Poetry was, er, more music than verse back then. Hopin’ that you’re well. Thanks for droppin’ by.

    Kai, thanks. Glad you liked this oldie.

  5. Love this one Don! Reflections of the heart speak to me. Very sweet……nice to walk down memory lane!

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