Last night,
it was dark,the words were as swords;
hard and pure
But love always win
as you promised
You are the rainbow that colors my life
and the rainbow goes from black to pink
from red to gray
from me to me
from Hell to Johnny
as a sensational roller-coaster
Some ghosts are spying any greyness
and perhaps want to come out of my past
These are just poems,
words that I draw because I miss writing
and poems are often sad
sometimes I miss the sadness
and I invent a sad story
to write few words
Here and there
Jihen
