What If- By Dolisha DeVonne

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Never been the best at lucid expression,

So, I’ve developed this writing obsession,

Hoping you understand the love within,

The cursive strokes of my pen,

 

Yet I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t know,

In face to face encounters, I’d never show,

Hiding, because I’ve never dare told,

These hidden gems of my soul,

 

But I wish I were Bold.

Confident.

Sure.

I’d wish for one moment,

 

A one-on-one to explore.

No more hiding behind rhythmic lines,

No poetic jive,

No unintelligible babble, of nothing that matters.

 

But to say and be real,

In all sincerity how I feel,

And not one word will I forget,

And when I’m done, no regrets.

 

But I’ve been terrible from the start,

In separating my mind from my heart,

The only thing that would make me remotely brave,

Was if you agreed to meet me half way,

 

Until then, you’ll be stuck reading between mysterious lines,

And the concealed emotions I work so hard to hide,

Will leave us both wondering what was ever true,

And if you could’ve ever been feeling me too?

 

TWO HEARTS, ONE LOVE- DOLISHA DEVONNE

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TWO HEARTS YOU HAVE IN ONE,
BOTH OF US FEEL THE SAME,
ONE YOU LOVE DEARLY,
THE OTHER COULD BE IN VAIN.

BUT STILL IT’S NO THANG,
FOR YOU TO BOUNCE BACK AND FORTH,
EMOTIONS GOT YOU CONFLICTED,
BUT NOT ENOUGH TO IGNORE US,

BOTH US WOMEN,
WITH SMILES THAT LIGHT UP YOUR LIFE,
YOU LOVE US BOTH FOR DIFFERENT REASONS,
BUT WE CAUSE YOU TO FIGHT.

THE MOST INTERNAL BATTLE,
WITH CONSCIOUS TO HEART CONVERSATIONS,
YOU TELL YOURSELF TO CHOOSE ONLY ONE,
BUT IT’S TOO MUCH FOR YOUR HEART TO FACE IT,

YOU KNOW IT’S NOT FAIR,
TO THINK YOU CAN SHARE,
BUT THE LOVE FROM US TO YOU,
PROVES TOO DIFFICULT FOR YOU TO CHOOSE,

AND HOW CAN ONE FIND THE RIGHT WORDS TO SAY,
WHEN TELLING SOMEONE ELSE YOU NEED TO WALK AWAY?
TO GIVE BACK THE HEART SHE PLACED IN YOUR HAND,
WITH MERE HOPES THAT ONE DAY SHE WILL UNDERSTAND,

BUT IN THE END, YOU’LL STILL BE BROKEN,
A PIECE OF YOUR HEART, SHE’LL STILL HAVE A TOKEN,
BUT AT LEAST YOU CAN SAY, YOU FINALLY MADE A DECISION,
OR WILL SHE BE WHAT YOUR HEART WAS MISSING?

STILL LOVE- BY DOLISHA DEVONNE

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EVERY TIME YOU MAKE ME MAD, YOU FIND A WAY TO MAKE ME SMILE,

YOU KNOW ONCE I SMILE, I LOSE.

AND I’M RIGHT BACK IN LOVE WITH YOU.

I STILL GET EXCITED WHEN I HEAR YOUR VOICE ON THE PHONE,

AND I STILL LOVE THE SEXINESS IN YOUR TONE,

THOSE LIPS THAT YOU PLACE SO SOFTLY AGAINST MINE,

MAKES ME WISH I COULD PRESS REWIND,

SO, I CAN FEEL JUST ONE MORE TIME,

THE WARMTH OF YOUR BODY PRESSED UP ON MINE,

MAYBE THAT’S THE REASON I FIND MYSELF BEING SELFISH,

THIS ADDICTION I HAVE TO YOU SOMETIMES MAKES ME JEALOUS,

OF ANY AND EVERYTHING THAT TAKES YOU FROM MY PRESENCE,

YOU’RE THE LIFELINE THAT CONNECTS TO MY SOUL,

THE REASON BEHIND THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD.….

Like No Other- By Dolisha DeVonne

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THE KISSES YOU GIVE TAKE MY BREATHE AWAY IN AN INSTANT,

EVEN WHEN YOU’RE AWAY, YOUR LOVE TRAVELS LONG DISTANCE,

YOUR TOUCH MAKES ME SHIVER, LIKE ICE ON ARTIC GROUND,

YOUR VOICE COMFORTS ME, LIKE A LULLABY TO A CHILD.

 

THE WAY WE MAKE LOVE COULD PUT CASANOVA TO SHAME,

CAUSE EVEN HE COULDN’T FULFILL THE PASSION WE CONTAIN,

LIKE A DRUG I FEEL THE HIGH, LIKE I CAN TOUCH THE CLOUDS,

EVEN NASA COULDN’T BUILD A ROCKET STRONG ENOUGH TO BRING ME DOWN.

 

WHOEVER SAYS THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS PERFECTION, MUST NOT KNOW YOU WELL

FROM THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD TO THE SOLES OF YOUR FEET,

FROM THE SWAY IN YOUR WALK, OR THE WAY THAT YOU SPEAK,

HAS ENOUGH LIGHT TO SET MY SOUL ON FIRE,

AND PLENTY OF POWER TO LIFT ME HIGHER,

HIGHER THAN I’VE EVER BEEN, MAYBE BEYOND,

THIS IS WHAT IT MUST FEEL LIKE TO BE IN LOVE.