siren
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I remember when my mom looked towards the sea,
My mom told me to let it be,
Don’t go near it’s a danger,
But one night i went closer and met a stranger,
Hear my chant, that I am crying,
Allured by my answer, they’re all stuck admiring,
Grasped by the gods, pulled by Poseidon,
Carried into the current, by the Song of the Siren,
Hear my chant, that I am crying,
Allured by my answer, they’re all stuck admiring,
Grasped by the gods, pulled by Poseidon,
Carried into the current, by the Song of the Siren,
I mourn the tides of the sea, siren’s calls
that once reached my ears fall deaf,
lost in a roaring mob. I reach out
to the ocean, to the blue, to love.
She calls to me
Her sweet melody
Sweeping through the aisles
I hear her song
Ringing in my ears
Her voice so angelic
She calls to me
As she belts her tune
And I am on the edge of my seat
Like a siren's voice the bottle calls to him. Whispering sweet nothings in his ear he turns his back on the world.
It pulled me in like a siren
It crashed into me like head on collision
on the highway of life
I was hooked
It became my forbidden fruit
Your call reduces my maturity,
Seduces the majority,
Of men who set foot in your lair,
With your seductive glare,
Your song sings of addicting lust,
Less of a need but a must,
Her singing is like an angels song
addicting and lovable with every note
She weaves me into her web of songs
Keeping me with every change in note
enchanting me till I know of nothing
except that of her