House hunters.
Held hands.
Humble hearts.
His + hers.
Homely happiness.
Hospitalised.
His heart hastened.
Hers halted.
Heartbroken.
He held her hand,
Howling helplessly.
Heaven harboured her.
Halved.
He hallowed her history.
Hearing her harrow.
Hardened his heart.
Hampering his harmony.
Haunting his hopes.
He haemorrhaged happiness.
Hating his house.
Hardly his home.
Henceforth.
He’s hypoxic.
He huffs.
Heaving heavily.
His head.
His heart.
Heavy.
Holding hope.
He’s home-bound.
He hears her hush.
Harmonically.
Her heavenly halo
Heals his hurt.
Hereafter...
He holds her hand.
About the Creator
J. R. Lowe
By day, I'm a PhD student, by night.... I'm still a PhD student, but sometimes I procrastinate by writing on Vocal. Based in Australia.
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Comments (7)
Oh my goodness. Beautifully done and heartbreaking.
Emotional and beautiful!!! Fabulous Tautogram poem!!!💖💖💕
So heartbreaking and beautiful! 💕🙂
This was excellent! It felt complete. Loved it.
Nice one❤️💯😉
Bittersweet yet beautiful. Nicely done!
😭😭😭. That was great but so sad! Felt like a whole movie!