That’s exactly why it didn’t work.
You don’t fall in love. You walk to it.
Hand in hand, eyes wide open.
You talk about the path you’re taking.
You trust the person to walk the path with you.
And you walk in – together.
Side by side. Hand in hand.
Eyes. Wide. Open.
One chosen step at a time – together.
Otherwise, you’re just walking alone –
following like a shadow.
A shadow they don’t even see.
Shadows fall and shadows fade.
Love walks and never alone.
The tailgating, sunshine and summer breeze
The ice cold beer running through me
We walked in, you had your hand in mine
That summer day – I think of it all the time
The way the bass pumped through my chest
The pictures we took, so we wouldn’t forget
Dancing to the guitar, your hands wandering
Our bodies lost in ‘Pour some sugar on me’
Like the sounds blasting from the speakers
The memory is still ringing in my ears
I’ll keep craving you and I can’t comprehend
How you cut us off like that concert wristband.
Sometimes I wish I could’ve been more
Often I wonder if I should’ve cared less
I’ll always think you’re out of my league
But today I know you’re still my favorite kiss
Sometimes I wish I could’ve been yours
Often I wonder if it just wasn’t our time
I always think I shouldn’t think of you
But today I know you won’t leave my mind
Sometimes I wish I could’ve seen the ending
Often I wonder if it’s really, truly over
I’ll always think I sabotaged things
But today I know you’re still hurting from her
Sometimes I wish you would’ve tried harder
Often I wonder if maybe you still care
I always think I should date other people
But today I know they’d never begin to compare
Sometimes I wish I could just give you up
Often I hope you’ll be there at my door
I’ll always think what we have is unfinished
But today I don’t think I should think anymore.
-The Dalema. December 29, 2016.
running backwards on an ice pond
swimming in concrete as it dries
listening with noise-blocking headphones
driving at night without headlights
catching snowflakes in the desert
playing a CD on the burner of the stove
flying a kite made of uranium
aluminum foil painted in gold
campfires lit with frostbite
a ballet without any dancers
when asked to describe what love is
these are my logical answers.
-The Dalema. December 28, 2016
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shenamt via Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND
If dreams were like wishes
And wishes came true
You’d be healing me
And I’d be saving you
The Dalema 