Zosia Harris Sienna Alderidge
The girl is irresistible, She draws me to her, Like a moth to light, But her bite is Much worse than her bark She clears the crowds around her Her strength could clear the ocean I want to know more, I want to be more to her, But I see her trail of bones, Clear as day. Her dance puts me in a trance, She enchants my mind, It felt like a flood And I can’t think of anything else, But her trail of skeletons. She seems so fair and dainty, Her frail limbs leap gently, She steps gingerly, Her fiery hair almost floats, Like the trail of broken bones that cling to her. Like a siren of the seas, She draws me to her, Her song is not a spell, however, It’s her aura grace, spirit And her trail of broken bones
She is my night, my day, She is my sleep and my wake, She is the magic that binds me To her And her trail of broken bones. But her spell is not that at all, She is cursed to be alone. Her wings, she used to soar, taken And she is so oblivious To the trail behind her, Made of broken bones.
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