He Hurt, She Hurt
I just wrote a poem starting or containing the letter H
Hungers harrowed her handsome head, hurting her holy hallways while heavy hurdles hovered haughtily. Haggling heroically, her helping hands held his hopeless honour, harmonising the handicapped horrors her holy hips held hastily. Hauntingly, his hellish hisses hound, hypnotising her halfhearted happiness when he harrows his harpoon heavenward. Hypnotically, her humble head howled. When her hedges hurt, her hiding heart hid. With her hooded hopes helplessly held high, his hosting hands held hard. His humid hot-head had harmed her, halting her humanity hatefully. Her heart had heard harps while her halo hallowed with her head hanging happily. He hurt, she hurt.
Let me know if you have an idea what it's about! :)
About the Creator
Jatin Sharma
"If You're Not Busy Being, Then You're Busy Dying"
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