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RH Apr 2014
Loving you is hard to regret;
How can I regret
when loving you made me
a better person?

When it felt so good
to lie beside you,
spreading our warmth
onto the cold wet grass?

When it's all that I've ever done right
in years of being wrong?
When you made me write
beautiful poetry?

How can I regret
when writing you letters every night,
calmed the storm in my eyes?

And even if you've shut me out of your life,
as you've identified my name synonymous to "regret",
I'll never regret loving you,
because I still do--
3 years later.
I'm sorry I haven't posted in a long time.
RH Feb 2014
I should like to be your sunshine.
Let me radiate love around your atmosphere.
Let my rays dissect your innards,
And fill your body with warmth.

I should like to be your sunshine.
For without me,
Your day would be empty,
For without me,
The rainbows from your heart won't reflect;
The flowers in your mouth won't bloom;
The storm in your eyes won't cease.

I should like to be your sunshine.
Beautiful in your eyes,
Illuminating your day with hues.

But the sun may set,
And the moon shall rise,
And I may no longer be within your reach,
or I may have seemingly disappeared.
But love, be reminded
That as you gaze upon the night sky,
My love for you will shine still,
And the moon shall echo the love of
Your dear sunshine.
Not my best; wrote it during Physics class when I should have been taking notes. It talks about wanting to be someone's reason of brightness, positivity and warmth in life. :-)
RH Feb 2014
Come on little soldier,
Pick up your gun
Go on little soldier,
The war has just begun
Come on little soldier
You'll make it through.
Hey, my little soldier,
I love you.

**-God
RH Feb 2014
The boy that’s stuck to my insides,
has painted himself
in the walls of my brain,
has jammed his spirit
into my pores,
and filled my phone with his name.

----

He wandered into my mind  
without me knowing  
and planted  
a thought in me  
and now i can't stop  
thinking about him.
Two separate incomplete poems I found in my journal and I noticed how they talked about someone being stuck in my head.
RH Feb 2014
your acidic tears
melted my metal heart,
seep through the filters
that protect my interiors.

thank you for letting me feel,
even though it's pain.
RH Feb 2014
lets go stargazing.
let me point at the stars,
and remind you that
to me, you aren't just a star;
you’re the whole **** night sky.
I have a habit of not giving my poems the titles they deserve.
RH Feb 2014
he’s a book
and i want to drown
myself in his words
And breathe in the scent
Of his thoughts.
i want to know him,
memorize him word by word.
know all of his cuts, folds and flaws.
and even if
i can finish a book within a day
he’s the book
i wouldn't mind reading
for a lifetime.
It's a metaphor.
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