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For the Big heart I now know why it never came I now see we are not at home Where love and life prevails Where care never fails Its all my fault Of my sins, I repent It was not my heart It was not my head It was not my soul It was not my spirit It was I who was faulty But now, to you, I confess Is it possible for a sinner to make known of his sins- Unless he really is changed? My heart swayed in pursuit of love I was still learning how to live and love But now, I feel like we share a lot I use your hearts Hotspot And I realized that I was wasting love All this time I'm now worn-out of love My desire has failed me - I'm horribly hurting myself I swear that I have changed.  I want you to watch me out My eyes now blurry My heart now blind But my love is not blind Coz my eyes are not yet curtained I pick myself from the ground I failed you I ask for a pardon from you I can't go on without you I need the best friendship from you Only if my sins are too b...

Welcome to Reality For you hear them say that this is Kenya Can't we leave Kenya alone and be Kenyans? This is Kenya, we know But we can let it alone, and we are Kenyans Welcome to the world of reality Where walking naked is maturity Because you mind your own business Because it's none of your business And then, your end will come Where humanity is converted to insanity And peace and tranquil to terrorism And you call yourself humane Welcome to the world of reality In the world of reality, People walk naked  And believe that they are covered,  Anyway. Here, you can kill your own kind go Scott free Because there is 'no insufficient' evidence Yet for killing his wife There were videos and a bloody knife Guess it right, this is the land of reality But the police are investigating who killed her The taxpayers' money seeking evidence already at hand That's the land of reality Yes! There is a difference Kenya is not h...

The Broken and The Hurt Walking in the pavements The whole body shakin' Eyes in undecided movements Like a chameleon The guilt of their choice Ashamed of their wisdom Their pants don't swell anymore Their pants don't wet anymore Their mouths don't propose Their tongues too heavy to hiss Guilty of their wisdom Ashamed of their choice Like a frog They only hug from the back At least then, it makes sense In its own nonsense The wisdom of their choice Ashamed of their guilt They the broken Don't know the ways For they love last But their love lives the least So, they keep the guilt of their shame, About the wisdom of their choice For the broken are broke of love And the breakers insist That they are civilized, Because they don't get hurt After any break Like fathers and nuns, They own the hearts of stone And a body of spirit To them, no lady belongs to no man And men chase whatever is visible To them, it is a nights stand That prevents them ...

LOVE TALK That I don't call you? You don't call me either! That I only text?  You don't text either!  That I often WhatsApp?  You are hardly online too!  You shout at me all the time  I comfortably take the blame  If love is making calls,  So is hate, bitter calls It is possible to talk  And not to communicate  So don't crush my love  Coz love is not phone calls If you love me, whether I call,  or I text, or I WhatsApp  You will certainly accept my proposal  Because I love you, I care  Because I care, I feel you  Because I feel you, I approach you  Because I approach you,  I'm ready to spend my forever with you  @Demetrius White