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Roll Of The Dice

The love of my life

Sleeps in front of me

And I can’t help but think

“I’m so lucky”

All the years before

Were empty

And out of nowhere

He found me

I always thought

“I know what love means”

But everything I looked for

Was never as it seemed

Now the love of my life

Sleeps in front of me

And I can’t help but think

“I’m so lucky”.

  • The Dalema, Feb. 16, 2019
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You Never Know

I never would have picked you

You never would have picked me

We were both looking for something

Neither one of us could see

I never knew this could happen

You never thought it would again

Being with someone who makes you happy

Everyday spent with your best friend

I never knew I was incomplete

You didn’t know what was missing

Waking up isn’t the same without you

Your lips were made for kissing me

I can’t see my life without you

You don’t say it but you feel the same

I’m going to love you forever

Even after you change my last name.

  • The Dalema. May 20, 2018.

REWARD

His scent on her clothes
His warmth on her skin
Her smile still present
From the playfulness

She doesn’t have to worry
No questions to ask
Boasting his affection
Every chance he can get

Something is blooming
Natural and unexpected
There’s no hesitation
No need for second-guessing

He’s sincere and caring
No reason to run from this –
Friendship mixed with passion
Excitement and childishness

No it won’t be easy
But it’s easy right now
In this generation
We found each other, somehow

And I can’t predict the future
I don’t know he won’t break me
But no matter what happens
He’s a risk worth taking.

  • The Dalema. March 24, 2017.

Vice

Old habits die hard

Because they never die at all.

And unfortunately,

You’re habitual.

I do it on purpose

To remind me of the pain.

And every time it happens

I wish it never would again.

Old habits die hard

Because they never die at all

When I reach for the phone

You’re the one I call.

And you always answer

Even when you shouldn’t

And every time you do

My God, I wish you wouldn’t.

Old habits die hard

Because they never die at all

And even when I feel nothing

You’re habitual.

  • The Dalema. March 1, 2018.

Resentment

My sheets still smell like him

That’s why I lay with you

And every time you bring us up

I don’t want you to

You want me to be the one

To make all your dreams come true

But I don’t even know myself

So how the hell can you?

I was always the one

Wanting ‘meant to be’

I don’t know what I want

And it keeps finding me

They’ve been everything I wanted

Everything I’ve dreamed

Then they tell me I’m the one

And I close down completely

So here you are like him

Falling in love with me

You’re absolutely perfect

Saying all the right things

And here I am again

Pushing love away

I don’t want to let you down

I wish that you could stay

But I’m just not ready

I now fear commitment

And everything I used to want

Is everything I resent.

  • The Dalema. February 12, 2018.

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