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  The morning came Then light faded When night came And mourning headed For my heart The cute one trailed When loops formed Then my house heard And I again quit For my heart Communication Was the train  Is it talkin' Or understandin' From the heart? Perhaps, we don't match But do we love any much? Or like a daughter to a doll We touch and leave The heart? We need more time I need a glass of thyme My head could be mine But the neck has mane From the heart A single bed shared Two souls bored Each to their side Looking a site to hide For the heart The tales of a broken heart Demetrius White

THE THIRTY DAYS OF DECEPTION STARTS TODAY.  SOMETHING FOR YOU EVERYDAY! KINDLY CHECK OUT YOUR FAVOURITE STORY EVERYDAY FROM YOUR FAVOURITE WRITER DEMETRIUS WHITE.  #TALESOFTHEHEARTBROKEN. DECEPTION,   PROLOGUE The cold breeze of the night The moon gazing with a smile, bright Then there's the silently whistling air That comes to remind you of their care Because it is no more Because the hurt is  really dear You wish you didn't fault find You cry, empty is your mind Your Favourite writer © Demetrius White #TALESOFTHEHEARTBROKEN.

I remember that Saturday afternoon When a rose from heaven Dropped upon my shrine When my knees grew weak And made me kneel- so meek To the gentle tone of your eyes My love for you, endless as the sea The powers of Lovelorn in me broken And you in my soul, forever  you reign And with you, I long to linger For you, I'll be strong on my feet And with you, shall I live

*Dust unto Dust* I wish they could  Read behind his smile, So much held So much withhel' I wish I were dead Chanting and ranting In the forests Or yearning on the mountains Tops and peaks I'd choose to sleep Like monkeys And unto the Spirits I'd shout to Daddy. Why did you have to leave? Only then, I would realize It wasn't his choice To die Or be in paradise Just as it isn't my choice To live Or be in the morgue But surely A time will come, And dust shall Return to dust ©Demetrius White

  By Demetrius White I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A FOOL BEFORE. While I don’t really remember how stupid I must have been, I have to remember that when people saw me walk with my bestie, “a nice couple you make. Good luck guys”. Often, they looked at me sympathetically. Peculiarly, I never saw them look at her. Their scary eyes pierced me to my bowels and caused me a burning sensation that later, I realized was a haze of inflammation by a sudden heartburn right under the hot scorching sun. We used to spend forever together except for the late nights and early mornings. Then, I would either be jotting a little of poetry about this or that or watching the latest DJ Afro movies- I love his sense of humor and pride in the movies. Moreover he really has mastered the art of speech and subtle ways of enhancing the taste of his movies. Otherwise, I was reading a novel or online stories. And then there was THE BRITTED SOUL which took me to tears till I cry no more. Unlike my colleagues wh...

I know why I  was away for the wonder Sauntering down my way to wander Narrowing all my hopes to zero And raise my head to be the hero Because my heart was there Just by the first glance I couldn't contain my silence My heart and I are not at peace again Since I tried a heart to win Because my heart was there Like a cough, out my feelings came And I had to spill the point home Like a cough, she swallowed my spit And my soul said she's not for the pit Because my heart is there My catch and I; God and His throne Life flowing from the throne through the sunshine Bright and glowing as the morning star At core of the sun, the son got a scar Because my heart is there I eloped from my tasteless life With her all I had is enough To hold and to cover Till she can't say it's over Because my heart is there To my heart she's the apple I'll keep forever at the table She told me that if the sun went down She'll stay by me till it's da...

I longed to be your possession But you treated me with aggression I kept you - the best of my treasures I loved you; without measures My heart into pieces is torn The pieces are scattered down Then you walk back from away And I have yet another awful day I want to act out in my full wrath and anger But I won't expose my happiness to danger I'll wait to act with a heart full of love When another dream I have from Above Meanwhile I dwell in utter frustration As I live in the debris of admiration Do I complement you Or do I compliment you Which of these do I do best Answer me and let me rest When I do not make it with you at last I will forget that we ever shared a past © Demetrius White