eventually rainstorms turn to rainbows.
you must move on.
move on
on monday
this mid-monday morning
The mourning is done.
let the storm pass.
when it becomes midnight
and I am gone-
remember I am gone;
remember the rainstorms
and the rainbows and the summer grass
YOU ARE READING
devoid of color // slow updates
Poetry❂book one of the "colorful injections" series. book two: bring color to my skies a jumble of words that coexist into ink that bleeds through the pages and hallucinated lines into messily painted poetry. //cover by @ImmortalImpulse
