07 October 2013

Synesthesia

I see colors when I hear your voice
Grab your wings, theyre putting gravity on trial
I see colors, I dont hear the noise, sometimes were only flying for awhile
I could love you in the falling rain,
Grab your things, this is a storm were meant to ride
Like synesthesia, aboard a stalling plane, its like were only flying for awhile, flying for awhile...
-aMm

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