Lies beneath the surface.

Warm grainy sand,
Firm Beneath her feet,
Gentle lapping waves,
Carrying deceit,
Not yet aware,
Of whats happening behind her back,
Skips devotedly through the water,
Ocean reflects the warm sun,
Not what deep beneath,
Is going on,
Dirty turquoise lies,
Litter the seabed,
He hopes she'll never find them,
That his lies wont be said,
She doesn't sense the tide retreating,
As she looks into the sun,
If only she knew,
What he has done.