Zara

Wonder if she's right, to head off for the sea, swap lilac for the night, she’ll dance and parade, make faces for a reason, her soul works that way, the shouting and fighting, it slakes like Duty Free, to some she's frightening, her eyes bear the fray, hungry for the season, when she calls a day, what falls from the fire, when it's off the leash, hurts her deep inside, she is no stray, it's a blessed release, needs now to go away, no more deceiving.