rainbows happen when
life stirs me up,
when it gets really tough,
when I'm high on feelings, but
the good comes my way in the end.

the *** at the rainbow:
the gold beautiful, refined and perfect
exactly like your appearance,
but your heart like the most viscous storm.

dark dark nights,
wind howling,
your heart really dark,
viciously​
killing all my rainbows.