The Words Left Unsaid-Poems

Siren's Ballad

The siren slips into the still, elegant water with one single breath. She closes her eyes, letting herself sink to the bottom.

Swimsuits have always been a second skin to her.

The pristine shine of the waves trace her skin 

Smoother than any evening gown she's found herself in

And more natural than the way her voice flows in and out of her throat.

She wants it all to be eternal

But that thought stops as soon as she feels the cold

And she realizes the key to this feeling

Is how rare it is