"It's cruel sometimes..."
from "The Power of Love" by Huey Lewis & the News It's Cruel Sometimes by Emily Reed His dusty, olive eyes bore into my murky, ocean blues fishing for something to say when the conversation grew stagnant - as water, distilled. The oppressive sun beats down on our tired shells, burning my cheeks a shade of red - deeper than a lobster. A bustling beach rowdy teens shrieking children wailing babies - silence. I yearn to wade in the water's depths clutching your hand, holding you dear, but we lay in shallow defeat - nothing more to say. Now I turn from my lover, claiming to need the shade - but hating his stinging, x-ray stare. I, alone on a crowded beach - who is this stranger lying next to me? Emily Reed is a member of the Class of 2019 and attends Linganore High School. She enjoys writing poetry and newspaper articles for The Lance, going on nature walks, and spending quality time with her dog. She hopes to attend college after high school to become an English teacher. |