the game

who plays who
your hesitation and my confusion has led to mental indigestion.
who are you to force your way into my heart claiming i am "your angel in disguise"
and now you tell me I'm not your type... you like em small, long haired, and dark skinned.
hello john smith i ain't no Pocahontas.

who's really played who here
you would say me but id definitely say you.
though this much i know is true... your words and fancy lullaby's no longer carry a tune. 
im onto you


-DB

good with words

you told me many things

you said you cared about me that you constantly thought of me.

you were good with "words" but those very words you professed had stopped

and silence took its place. 

your calls grew fewer

your visits even less

i cant help but think we played a game.

a game i could never win.
my instincts i ignored and for that i am partially to blame.

i only wish i knew what changed 
tbc

-DB

'04

to whom it may concern

To whom it may concern, 

I love the way the air smells after it rains when its warm outside.
I love the feel of the sand between my toes.
I am a reticent  individualist and many may say a bit eccentric. 
I dance to the toot of my own horn even it to others i seem off beat. 
Born in the year of 76 means im mature but rather silly and young at heart
NYC is my home and im very much involved with a man i love which to you means you can look but you will never touch. 
By the way my name is _____ but you can call me...

simply,

   Dulce

written my Dulceyn Baez