The clock strikes 12
Fireworks light the sky
In the background, ‘Auld Lang Syne’
I want to kiss you
You want to kiss her
He wants to kiss me
Wishing for wishes
Things we can’t have –
Happy New Years Eve
– The Dalema. December 31, 2016
No matter how impossible it may seem,
It’s never too late to be the girl of your own dreams.
– The Dalema. December 29, 2016
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.
I often wonder what happened to her
that mysterious girl with flawless skin
I wonder if she ran out chasing her dreams
traveling only the roads less taken
Did she find success and happiness?
Or did she wind up drowning in heartache?
Did she end up falling in love with herself?
Or were her insecurities too much to take?
I often find myself admiring her
that thin girl with a bright, shining smile
The way she wore her pride on her shoulders
how her carefree spirit ran wild
Her determination drew people in
she’d captivate those she’d walk passed
Her twinkling eyes would steal your heart
men found themselves lost in one glance
I often wonder what happened to her
that girl who couldn’t be stopped
Pictures are all that seem to be left
of the life of a girl life forgot
I stare at the image admiring her
how she radiated positivity
That girl, she’s a stranger to me now –
she’s the girl who I used to be.
- The Dalema. December 28, 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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The Dalema 