You became the rain. Your blaze reveal your own pain. After that, you turned into the rainbow that lies. You covered the truth behind those shady eyes. You made me the fool that follows rainbows and dreams of butterflies. With words that kill and a smile that cracks. Did I need to watch out for my own back? You made the world a danger. Past the chaos of nature and this murderous society. It makes me question your power and that power over me. You made me scared of my own shadow. And I'm a ghost. Do ghost have shadows? You made me a memory. You made me count to ten until that one in the barrel snuck me. You made the world forget about me.
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Shavine Adolphus
my name is Shavine, obviously I'm new here but I've been having a lot words to share with the world and I discover Vocals and I thought this was the perfect place to be discover notice so I hope you love it as much as I do.
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