Was it just me?
Who fell for your misleading smile?
Was it just me?
Who gave meaning to your silly style?
Was it just me?
Who thought you are worthwhile?
I guess so.

*-RBH

Why can't we be
just like Newton's third Law of Motion?

That the higher the level of my love for you,
the further you must fall for me too.*

J.H.

How can I pretend my love
Pretend that this maze
Will come to an end?

How can I assume
Things will be worth it?
Hoping, sometimes dreaming

I also ask myself
*How can I cross the bridge
If I still dwell in the memory of you?

As I find solace in Your arms
everything will be fine
and no one can harm
this delicate heart of mine.

J.H.

You are a poem that breathes
sometimes the missing rhyme I need
You are the blood in every word
that my pen bleeds

J.H.