Transition

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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

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