I’d do it all again –
Run through the pain
Eyes wide open
A million times
Over and over
If it meant –
For one last time
I could fall asleep with you
Laying my head
On your shoulder
- The Dalema. November 9, 2016
The tale of a poor judgment Princess
Choosing the future of her kingdom
All for one, or one for all?
She thought their love was her freedom
Like a damsel in distress
She let her long hair down
Allowing them an opportunity –
To win her heart, earn the crown
They were never knighted
There were no duels for her love
They were thieves, liars and pirates
Yet she’d build their pedestals up
Admiring them like royalty
Wishing to be their ‘dream-come-true’
Although she was already a princess
The mirror needed to see it, too
No matter the stars she wished upon
Or the words from her Fairy Godmother
The next day when she’d wake alone
She knew they never loved her
She never picked the right knight
She never made it on time for the ball
Who the hell leaves a shoe behind?
What is happily-ever-after, after all?
After years of spells and magic
Being fooled over and over again
She gave up hoping to be saved –
The kingdom of her heart left un-enchanted
So here’s to all those pedestals
Tonight I’m burning all of them down
This Princess doesn’t need any saving –
It’s my turn to wear the crown
- The Dalema. November 8, 2016
You were like a fine wine
I couldn’t afford
And every time I saw the bottle
It made me want it more
I could see you in my glass
The mood set by candlelight
Scared of what I knew was coming
I told myself ‘afford it tonight’
Tell the server to leave the cork
Then swirl, inhale – take a sip
Close my eyes and let them rest
Indulging in the lusciousness
Getting lost in the shades of grape
Tracing the rim with my fingertips
Before I knew it the bottle was empty –
Leaving purple stains on my lips
- The Dalema. November 6, 2016
No matter where I am
Or how much time has passed
There will always be room for you
In this heart of shattered glass
- The Dalema. October, 2016
I think you saw their true colors but painted over them. I think you thought maybe, if you mixed your colors with theirs, the painting would be a real work of art. We do that when we love someone.
Unfortunately, I wasted a lot of time repainting. I wasted a lot of time in denial; always blaming the poor lighting or the colors I was mixing with. Then I realized something, all those times I thought I was choosing the wrong colors, but I didn’t even like my own colors. You can’t paint a beautiful picture if you hate the colors you’re working with.
So I changed my colors. I spent a lot of time staring at a lonely, blank canvas. And I threw away a lot of paintings.
I know my colors now. I know the colors that mix well with mine; anything less just won’t do. I don’t want to look down the road years from now and want to throw away the life I’ve worked so hard with my partner to paint.
Don’t be the only one painting. Love your colors. Make sure they love their own colors, too. If they don’t, if you don’t, the painting will never be more than a recycled canvas – an artless piece of trash – no matter how talented the painter is.
- The Dalema. August, 2016
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