Transition
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