The Dalema

Finding The Woman I'm Meant To Be


True love

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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 Dalema. January 16, 2017.

Another You

Then there are days when the heart keeps breaking
You breathe in deep but there’s no use faking
My heart wants what it’s holding on to
But there will never be another you.

  • The Dalema, 2015

The Kind of Night

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It’s the kind of night when I don’t want to be alone. The kind of night when I wish we could sit on the couch watching TV, talking and laughing – enjoying a glass of new wine together.

I’d like to fall asleep in your arms. I’d like to wake up with my head on your shoulder. But you aren’t here – we haven’t met yet.

If that’s the case, search for me.

Or maybe we have met and you let me go or you aren’t holding on.

If that’s the case, fight for me – don’t let me go.

Because I need you. I’ve needed you for a long time.

I know who I am alone, and I love who I am. But this life is lonely and the successes – the tests of character and the obstacles – they’re all pointless when there’s no one there to share them with.

– The Dalema. January 26, 2016

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