The Nights Other Side
Black as night
Cold as ice
Is the recipe for disaster, word of the wise
It holds no memory and love is blind
Heart of stone, leaves no thought
It is alone
When all hope is lost
My savior comes to a battle fought
He shows the spirits what could be
And sets there souls free
My head unconscious and my body limp
He runs through the thick edged thorns, he doesn't flinch
A little plant that has survived shows hope
But opens the portal to the other world
He lays me down next to the little plant
"Goodbye my love" he whispers "your next life won't be so bad"
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Jimena97
Well my name is Jimena with a J and I'm 16, I go to Valle Verde Early College High School, an omnist and am fascinated by poetry. Now I don't want to be a poet but I've found over the years that this is the most extraordinary way to express myself and therefor the creation of my poems. I had a rough past and right now I'm on the road towards recovery. Besides being depressed all the time I love to read, swim, exercise, hang with my friends, party(not really) and of course write poetry. I hope you like my poems they come from the bottom of my heart. So thank you for at least reading this far may God shine light upon your soul and guide you towards happiness( and I'm also religious) p.s. Just a little ;)
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