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Close The Door Behind You

He says it’s more than casual
That you’re the only one
The late night texts and calls
Aren’t numbers that he knows

Maybe this time will be different
Maybe he’s telling the truth
And maybe he cares just as much –
Maybe he loves you too

But maybe he’s the same
And maybe you’re wrong
And this time when he leaves
Tell him to stay gone

He says he was sick and at work
He thought you were just as busy
The lack of texts and calls –
He says he’s really sorry

You’re the first in his new bed
He missed you every day
And you believe him every time
Because you feel the same

But maybe nothing’s changed
And maybe you’re wrong
When he leaves this time
Tell him to stay gone

So you check his phone
When he’s in the other room
And maybe she’s nothing
Maybe he’s choosing you

But maybe you’re the same
And maybe I’m wrong
If I am, this time
Leave and stay gone.

  • The Dalema. June 10, 2017.
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Less Is More

I need a lot less
in this life than the less
I already have.

But I deserve a lot more
than the more that
I’ve received.

I feel so much more
than I ever really
wanted to.

But here I am praying
I could be the one
to save you.

And of all the things
I have, I’ve lost
or have known.

The one thing
that always remains
is everything goes.

  • The Dalema. June 8, 2017.
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Nothing Is Ever As It Seems

Sometimes she is lost
Other times she is found
Either way, no matter what
The world keeps spinning ’round

Sometimes she is weak
Other times she is strong
Either way, regardless
It doesn’t feel right or wrong

Sometimes she feels complete
Other times, just empty
Either way, she’s insecure
Happiness is tempting

Sometimes she’s independent
Other times, sick with need
Either way, no matter how long
She hasn’t found who she’s meant to be.

  • The Dalema. February 24, 2017.
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Perception Is Reality

The way he viewed her
Became the way she viewed herself
He called her beautiful and she believed it
She misses that the most.

  • The Dalema. January 11, 2017.

© Photo credit Brittany Hensel Photography.

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Sticky Sweet

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.

  • The Dalema. January 5, 2017.
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