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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