Move On Baby, by Danny Kemp

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I want to pick the flowers and taste the rain,
Forget this world and be happy again.
I need to forget you and set myself free.
Step away from this nightmare and find the real me.

Love is not always what it seems,
Maybe it existed only in my dreams.
But my dream crashed without a sound
Just like a bubble as it hit the ground.

I want to feel the sun breaking through the sky.
I don’t want to sit here with the tears that I cry.
I need to feel the warmth of a tender touch.
I want that pleasure that you gave so much.

Love is not always what it seems,
Maybe it existed only in my dreams.
But my dream crashed without a sound
Just like a bubble as it hit the ground.

If you’ve found love, then make sure it’s true,
Don’t be like me and let it lie to you.
Never fall in love just for love’s sake.
You owe it to yourself not to make that mistake.

Love is not always what it seems,
Maybe it existed only in my dreams.
But my dream crashed without a sound
Just like a bubble as it hit the ground.

It’s move on time baby, that’s what I must do,
Far away and removed from you!

© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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2 Responses to Move On Baby, by Danny Kemp

  1. janetcate says:

    Wow! It brought such sadness up for me. I have a dream and a love in my life. Sometimes I wait for them to collapse because I don’t feel I desire such goodness, However, I am building new neural pathways and believing I do deserve this beautiful love and the pursuit of my dreams, It brings me such vitality in the mist of my pain from PTSD.

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    I too was diagnosed with PTSD and as a consequence lost almost four years paid employment, but its beatable if you believe that you’re worth fighting for. Quote….. “Your battery may be flat but its chargeable.”

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