But do they know how
to craft fiction? Do
they know how to spin lies?

His eyes swear forever,
flatter with vows of only
me. But are they empty promises?

I stare into his eyes as
into a crystal ball but
I cannot find forever,

movies of yesterday
a sketchbook of today,
dreams of a shared tomorrow.

His eyes whisper secrets.
But are they truths of fairy tales?
I wonder if he even knows.