Sierra
Stranded, but not alone
on this island I had to bring
a gal who always feels like home
my sister, naturally.
She’s innocent and free,
comforting me in my despair,
killing the bugs too big for me.
We truly make a perfect pair
Making me laugh seems to be her speciality
she can easily read me like a book,
but she does is so gracefully.
Sometimes she gets ahead of herself,
in a way that’s almost amateur
but she knows I’m her safety net
and I’ll always be there to catch her.
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