Temptation
The little white bottles, they whisper
Growing ever louder in the darkness
I can stop the hurt
I can make it go away
You won’t feel a thing anymore, they say
We can transform the rains into rainbows
All artists are mad
alone and misunderstood
Copyright © Shanda Adams | Year Posted 2012
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