Under the Sea

Sebastian Socorro
Literature Editor


Flowing gold,
Icy blue,
Cascading hair and
bright eyes too.

A smile here,
A comment there,
A fit of laughter
in Cupid’s lair.

It’s something I couldn’t see,
Something you couldn’t tell,
A sudden secret choir
ringing mission bells.

I’m having trouble finding words.
You seem to be taking them away,
Stealing them when I’m not looking
then guessing what I’ll say.

I’m wading through the waves,
Surfing on a mountainside.
We’re dancing on a cliff,
Plotting our demise.

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