Dilemma -A Poetic Practice

Sometimes the noise made around you would suffocate and make you doubt what this is all about.

I can understand the dilemma especially when I'm calling you my mama.

There's no denying on what's happened and how things are other than the feeling of intense pleasure when i set eyes on you.

Yes the dilemma all lingers but know I'm true when i say Mami.

Apologizing and reassuring is all I'm going to do not for all my transgressions but for how I've fallen for you.

The dilemma is there but know I'll not let you go and you will see me.

There's no crystal ball able to predict my fall or loud enough to call out this feeling so deep inside boiling to a top.

The dilemma clears and all i see is you, in your birthday suit.

Holding your image in my hands but for all the world to see that you are with me till forever comes.

With this dilemmas are just a thing of the past as they don't last.