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When the Heart Speaks… By: Dolisha DeVonne

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It speaks in expressions only I can comprehend,

I listen as it tells me how to follow my soul within,

Although not always accurate, the way it guides me through,

I take in its consideration as it tells me what to do.

Sometimes I find happiness and wisdom beyond my years,

Sometimes I find heartache and sadness within my tears,

Yet like a scavenger hunt, it searches for every delicate piece,

To mend the heart of someone who yearns to love like me,

Like an echo in my ear, it never goes away

Giving direction like a map, telling me where to stay,

Overtime, I’ve learned to appreciate this voice

Allowing my heart to be filled and rejoice,

Bringing perspective of what to take care of,

While creating joy I never knew of,

In return, I inherit more fortune than any rich man above,

Finally surrendering to the language of love.

 

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Judgement Day- by Dolisha DeVonne

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Coming to You as the woman I am,

With nothing in return, no money in my hand,

The word GUILTY written on my face,

And no sweet lies to plead my case,

Where I know whatever my sentence, will be set in stone,

And no lawyer or public defender could try a case this strong,

The jury, a band of angels, secret spies that knew my every move,

And every word, I ever said, got right back to you,

I watch in silence as You recall the events of my life and all my days,

My struggles, my victories, my rock-bottoms, and claims,

Now facing judgement, I’ve never been so afraid,

Terrified of hell fire, that may or may not come my way,

Being more hell bound, yet still yearning for grace,

In front of you I am motionless,

My verdict, I’m not sure I can face,

And after reminding me what You say is Final,

You allow me to step to You, face to face,

And after witnessing such glory, what on earth could I possibly say?

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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?