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The Dalema

Finding The Woman I'm Meant To Be

Too Good To Be True

The slow and steady
You’ve kept me guessing
All the while giving me answers
The thought too good
to be true

The end was quick
I think I’m handling it
A man I’ll never see again
You walk away, holding my pride
Here I’m left
damaged

  • The Dalema, September 2016

Pieces And Petals

she picked at the pieces
like petals off the flowers
letting them fall to
the ground beneath her

knowing the truth –
she wasn’t enough
‘He loves me?’ she asks
the petal answers, ‘He loves you not’

  • The Dalema, 10.25.16

Dead End

I was a block away from our place
Well, the place that used to be ours
I was being pulled in that direction
But I was afraid you’d be home

I’d imagined myself driving by
And I’d see the front porch light on
The picture windows would show it all –
You, your wife and the kids wearing smiles

I always thought there would be a time
When our paths would unexpectedly cross
I’d be wearing a huge engagement ring 
You’d be looking plump and miserably unhappy

So I pulled up to the light and my blinker was on
But that same pull swept up again
And I put it in reverse and moved to the other lane
Guess I just wasn’t ready to see the truth

I might be living in this city again
The only place I’ve considered home
But to be honest, it wasn’t home because of us
It’s home because of me – I’m glad I kept driving.

  • The Dalema, 10.22.16

The Death Of An Unrequited Love

I loved you a thousand different ways
But you left me
I’d love you a thousand more
If you’d let me
To settle for another is tempting
I’d die a thousand deaths
Just to feel less empty

  • The Dalema, 2016

Pillow Talk

The cologne you used to wear
I went and bought that kind
I couldn’t help myself –
You’ve been on my mind

I sprayed it on my pillow
And then laid my head down
For a second you were almost there
In your scent, I could have drowned

On an inhale, my heart skipped
Caterpillars became butterflies
But then on exhale, a sad reality
Only pheromones – a chemical lie

She gets my life and my home
In the end she has your love
So tonight I’ll spray this on my pillow
But tomorrow I’ll wash it off.

  • The Dalema. September, 2013

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