/Why do I speak in colors?
My tongue in tones of red,
A crimson splash inside my glass,
Maroon inside my head./
/Why do I see in sound waves?
Her face is squeaky shrill,
The flowers whisper soft melodies,
The bass a bitter pill./
/Why do I hear in flavors?
Her shout's a sour taste,
A sweetening music booms our tunes,
His honey voice is laced./
/There's only one explanation
For the mess behind my eyes,
An overload inside my brain
My senses gone awry./
/I look to you for answers,
My nerves are shot and fried,
Can't you see now why I covered up,
When you tried to peek inside?/
YOU ARE READING
Silent Mouths, Rambling Minds
Poetry"Those who speak the least have the most interesting things to say,"
