synesthesia

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she let out a lethargic sigh

looked up to see the colours fly

right before her very eyes

she saw her flaws and her mind was filled with 'why's


everywhere she looked they reminded her

that she was not the same

her difference followed wherever she go

as if her life were just a game


'i beg you, go

so i may rest

i've dealed with you colours

i've done my best'


and there you are

when the music play

she refused to be a freak

and have you in her way


but then she'd remember

she is not like the rest

perhaps she is unique

the first egg in the nest


'so my colours i embrace you

be wherever you may be

although your dance sometimes distracts

you'll be there when i'm lost at sea'

☾moonpoems☽Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora