Jisenny Hernandez
Stories (2/0)
Tear
How many years do I have to cry? How many more to leave you behind? The question on my head; the questions I want to forget. The more I cry, the more pain I feel. The dark walls that surround me are the only things left; I can’t smile. The invisible rain that surrounds me is slowly becoming a storm. The only thing left for me is to wait for the rainbow to show. I know that the ending is close; and this storm that brought darkness will go. The longer it takes, the longer the rainbow will stay. I will patiently wait for the sun; and the happiness that will come along. When the storm is over; I will love myself more. Not everybody can overcome this type storm. Hopefully, I will be stronger than before.
By Jisenny Hernandez4 years ago in Poets
Is It the Start or the End?
What is love? Some people ask me. Meanwhile, I ask myself, what is love? I ask myself, do I know what love is? I don’t know what love is. I have seen what people claim to be love. Are they asking me because I’m cold? Are they asking me because I have not dated someone? I have experienced an unrequited love; the type of love I don’t recommend. Could it be that they ask me because an unrequited love is not love? Are they asking me because it is the type of love that only one person experiences? Maybe I've been thinking too much, but I can tell them my love was painful.
By Jisenny Hernandez6 years ago in Humans