Silver Lining:
When the skies
have painted themselves grey
and you have cut away
all hope of sliver lining
I will reach
through the cold sheets
of rain
and find your fingers
and even if
my the world ends
I will not let you
paint the sky black
and even if
I am out of my mind
I won't let your wet fingers go.
YOU ARE READING
aesthetic ✔
Puisimy poems, give credit. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK SUICIDE AND DEATH IS MENTIONED MULTIPLE TIMES. PLEASE SEEK HELP IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL, DEPRESSED, OR JUST OVERALL SAD. YOU ARE LOVED. •••••••••••••••••••••••...
