Silver.

clouds have silver lining,
blashempy;
nothing is as it seems.

As much as I want to,
I won't follow the silver cord
because I know where it goes:
it only shows me the way
through drenched-in-tears mazes,
back to you.

Why would I want
what I cried
for
about
with?

Silver lining, silver cord,
blashempy;
I'll only follow
blue eyes.

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Written in social, when I was supposed to be working on a bunch of questions pertaining to the unit we're on (imperialism in africa. . . I think?).